Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, 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 y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda when 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

downs anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald head Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees takin' time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'm a bury the
my full clip

Shut 'em

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

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
Fuck five mics, I don't no mic!

'em down