Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
Cause when I fall killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he should
Cause God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
Shut 'em
Shun sees your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my full

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to someone
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't to get caught in
From back in the days of
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth back to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out with nine
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your
watch your loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We gonna shut 'em
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
Fuck five mics, I need no mic!

Shut 'em