Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
that
You could that
Or cut dust
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
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 from the flurry, time to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
bury the bullshit
Feel my full

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How much is your life to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy rikers height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so
makin' my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out with nine
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs out your chest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the admit it dogs
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 don't no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's shit
me on point
About to shut down the industry
Official
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them