Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

One]

Ey yo
retreat betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable
We take no prisoneers, never witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes
My squad'll attack u in threes, no for darkman
we last man standing, who dead man
It's five fingers to death, when I
the in my hand
I know you don't understand
Play my position, it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Kombat, Sub-Zero

I shot the shit outly, whippin the clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and by the biscuit
But I risk it, I my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin
When pop off, you betta duck when I done
with the pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
My face definately the law
in the jigsaw,
while I screw and on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you felt it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they melted
When I'm out, fresh out
bash-out
P.D.'s made man
ready to get off for action

(You roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with some men
(You wanna roam in these cousin', every man for themselves)
... be sleepin' on these made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', man for themselves)
... when you with some made men
(You wanna in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a
cos I be that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the
you and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, our own dialect
elements surprise, guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk
combat, that can so you contract
casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the
never again with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a left

I keep they thinkin' second and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my
indestructable niggas that called made man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we
Tomorrow dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my blurry
My hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta
never-minded motherfuckers with advances
mean I try to hear you, leave those in your heads, man
My man, ok probably
Motherfuckers, who a homicide and never mystery

(You wanna roam in streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with made men ...