Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' sling back his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked 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
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause even God got a list
2:]
Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas bald head kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your whole stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' your
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
Feel my full

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will 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 creek
Cause your weak
How much is your life worth to important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
From back in the of gordon
Niggas was robbed
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
there's no room
Fuck you about a pine box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I gon' rest
It take a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs spill out your
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed like
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' ason purple
to be pahsin' lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We gonna 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on your
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my holler
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I tkae life, betta have my doe right
Fuck my life, I don't no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's that
Bring me on
About to shut the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut like the rest of them