Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, that thug shit, God
Kick that motherfuckin' thug man, word up, man
(What's up, What's up?)
up, get go
(No doubt, nigga)
Money no represent,
(All the time, baby)

No
(YouknowI'msayin'?)
Who we got here,
(Shine, baby, shine)
(Look)
who we have here, yo
(Up in the sky, sky)

Here come the vultures, the potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, it happen, start the flippin'
You fuckin' comic, who you
My laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
In-famous crime-zanous to interfere be dangerous
Plane descent, stand clear, save strength
You do the limp if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a You get fucked
My coalition specializes in

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the mac
Spit and leave ya
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction when it's for action
Hit 'em while a man down, make nigga backspin
Trapped up, a [unverified]
We blastin', you're collapsin', heavily light my Mac 10
Get with dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get castin' the Mobb, deaf and

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick
He slow leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for
Outta place, niggas get placed back
Live at the main may I present
Screamin' out for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, ya breath
It's KO from dead arm rights and hard
Another satisfied consumer who got
Single out ya army til' there's no man

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck

cartel, visible evidence
We well, associated team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled with
Sharp shit that'll rip one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the
Below profile, peep style, thirsty

Catchin' cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, that's wasted, I ain't got time for that
Invest third place on my best rap
On the scrap from the ignorant
It'll be dead in a few, just that
bust his gat right
(Yo, what?)

But now you bucked own man, amateur ass
Homeboy that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a reality
You a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation them outsiders
Dick riders, connivers ya camp
We survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin'
We analysin', tell you up ain't no surprises
We you down first 'round, give ya man pound

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck

Check it out, dun, them ain't ones
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm of shit
Dun, I'm to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
me the fifth so I can bless the God with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is
Let me start the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight with that space-down shit

I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a
My Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
Morphine raps, you get dope from mind-see
Shit fienin', now get your fix 'cuz you it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top
The only way you weakin' is if you beakin'

Sneak devy mischievous
the God behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their mouth but we can it
We just with patience
Yo, dun, check the these niggas fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can for the bacon
Or you can the Mac for the fagot, ai
Bang 'em up, 'em up

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck
Lay the down, down, down, down