Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south side
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
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
That killa froze up, when I pulled up out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause even God got a list
2:]
Beat downs
I spit like a silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
your whole stack
Grimy street
bald head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut black
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'l you homey
'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[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' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How much is your worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from rikers height on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth back to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
Fuck you know about a box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when pull with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch lungs spill out your chest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like 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 this I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta my doe right
Fuck my life, I don't no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's shit
Bring me on
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So up, or you get shut down like the rest of them