Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and 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
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit

Beat downs
I spit like a silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your stack
street cats
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
know me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
sees takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'm a bury the
Feel my full

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't to get caught in
From back in the of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
Fuck you know about a box
goin' out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch 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 Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies 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 five mics, I need no mic!

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