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
'em down [4x]
1:]
Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill 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 cannot be
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
you layin' with a dead 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 spit like a shiny nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy cats
bald head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
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 you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, 'em down
Shun takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
bury the bullshit
Feel my full

[verse 3:
I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
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
From back in the days of
Niggas was robbed
The guy from rikers stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't rest
It don't take a lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that
[verse 4: fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
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 gonna shut 'em
We turn we 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 glock
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, have my doe right
Fuck my life, I don't no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's shit
me on point
About to shut down the industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut like the rest of them