Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
Washed up on coney
When I rolled up, this niggas heart up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
that cat for dead his body 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
Gmae play, gotta by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
Niggas head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How much is your worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
back in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy rikers height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it goin back to the earth so soon
makin' my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs spill out chest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed like
[verse 4: fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb quick gun
in the vine
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
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That's shit
me on point
About to shut down the industry
Official
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get shut down the rest of them