Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
south side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun 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
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit like a silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' your whole
street cats
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun takin' your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma bury the
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 basket
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How much is life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga they pull with they nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
Then your lungs spill out your chest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all this I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb quick gun
in the vine
Persed the on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta my doe right
Fuck my life, I don't no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's that
me on point
About to shut the whole industry
Official
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut down the rest of them