Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

Beat downs
I spit like a silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun takin' your time
your mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is your worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
From back in the of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy Rikers Height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't rest
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies throw Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em