Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
south side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Gmae play, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you layin' a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat downs
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
your whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
sees takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma 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 pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up creek
your shits weak
How much is your life worth to someone
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
back in the days of gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy rikers height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out with glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't rest
It take a whole lot to flip your vest
Then your lungs spill out your chest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I 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
Bring me on
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut like the rest of them