Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

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

'em down

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is your worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
From back in the days of
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
his own little mob
Was it goin' back to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with Glocks
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then your loins spill out your vest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We shut 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on your
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck mics, I don't need no mic!

'em down