Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south side
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on island
I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no but he should understand
even God got a shit list
2:]
Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole
street cats
Niggas head like kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
know me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees your time
your mind
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 blast his
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How much is your life to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the so soon
makin' my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine
Feel like killin' for your
I gon' rest
It don't take a whole lot to flip your
Then watch your lungs spill out chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple 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 gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I tkae life, betta have my doe right
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's shit
Bring me on
About to shut down the whole
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of