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 heart slowed up
That killa up, when 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 fall y'all killas a me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause even God got a list

downs anonymous
I spit like a silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald head Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
Shut 'em
Shun sees your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a bury the
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How mich is 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 stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then watch your spill out your vest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that

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

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