Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' sling 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
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
even God got a shit list

Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
Takin' whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' your
Got this on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, 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 look out for a basket
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause shits weak
How mich is life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
makin' my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same 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 best get on act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn shit dumb gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on dick
In the admit 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 rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta have my doe
Fuck five mics, I don't no mic!

'em down