Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
Washed up on Coney
When I up this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause when I y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda known when you was 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 spit like a shiny silver
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
Shut 'em
Shun takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

'em down

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

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for 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 gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn 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 I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em