Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south side
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
up on coney island
When I up, this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
Cause when I y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
even God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
Takin' your whole
street cats
Niggas bald like kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
sees takin' your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma bury the
I'ma the bullshit
my full clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How much is your life worth to someone
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
From back in the days of
Niggas was robbed
The guy from height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the 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 when they pull with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I gon' rest
It don't take a lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs spill out chest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get like that
[verse 4: fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We shut 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, have my doe right
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's shit
me on point
About to shut down the whole
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them