Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his 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 or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no but he should 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' your stack
Grimy cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut dust
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees takin' your
your mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

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

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy blazin' bullets for days and days
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the my Glock holler
Fuck killer 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, betta my doe right
Fuck five mics, I need no mic!

Shut 'em