Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

[Verse

Ey yo
retreat your quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', try a reachable gunout
We no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for
we last man standing, who man walkin'
It's five to death, when I clutch
the in my hand
I know you don't understand
Play my position, hold it just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat,

I shot the shit outly, the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and by the biscuit
But I it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So fuck twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck I done
with the pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
My isn't definately the law
in the jigsaw,
while I screw and on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they wigs
I'm rushed out, fresh out
verbal
P.D.'s that man
ready to get off for action

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

Two]

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, a missle
cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my
Don't talk that tone, if you gon' spark the chrome
you shook and got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own
elements surprise, wise guys, you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk
combat, doubt can so you contract
close casket, with the by ten
sittin on top of the
again fuck with made men
Your breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission

I keep thinkin' second guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', loogies from my weapon
With indestructable that called made man
He shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin'
Tomorrow dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats my visions blurry
My right hand be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you face
These never-minded motherfuckers advances
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok unmistakently
Motherfuckers, who a homicide and never mystery

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