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
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with 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, fuck it, got the gun it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you layin' a dead rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit

Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun sees your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

Shut 'em

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

Mad man Sticky
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all 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
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you willies throw 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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