Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
Washed up on coney
When I rolled up, niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his body out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes 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 spit like a shiny nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
Takin' your stack
street cats
Niggas bald like kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, 'em down
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause shits weak
How much is your worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from rikers stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it goin back to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my 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 nine
Feel like killin' for your
I gon' rest
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
watch your lungs spill out your chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed that
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all this hell I'm
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I tkae life, betta have my doe right
Fuck my life, I need no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's that
Bring me on
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of