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 up this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for his body 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, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
even God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
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
your mind
Got this on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my clip

'em down

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

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

Shut 'em