Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
south side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
killa froze up, when 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 killas a 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 chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no witness but he should
even God got a shit list
2:]
Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'ma bury the
I'ma the bullshit
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How much is your life to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you about a pine box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't rest
It don't take a whole lot to 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 like that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason hazin'
to be pahsin' lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm 'em down with 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 it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you willies throw 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
Bring me on
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them