Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all 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 your own cannot be
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit

Beat downs
I spit like a shiny nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' your
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you shits sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause shits weak
How is your life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
Worth my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you know about a 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 take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em