Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
Washed up on island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
Cause when I fall killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees your time
your mind
Got this on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause shits weak
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth back to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when pull with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It don't take a whole lot to flip your
watch your lungs spill out your chest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed that
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason 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 shut 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Persed the line on your
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe
Fuck my life, I need no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's shit
me on point
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of