Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
Washed up on Island
When I rolled up this niggas slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for 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, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he should
Cause even God got a list

Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun takin' your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you shits sweet
Now you up shit's
your shits weak
How is your life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
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' back to the so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To own doom, from the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out with Glocks
On top of same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It gonna a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch loins spill out your vest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed like

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

Shut 'em