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 shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
Washed up on coney
I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left cat for dead 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 by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
even God got a shit list
2:]
Beat downs
I like 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
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' your
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will his face
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How much is your life worth to someone
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't to get caught in
From back in the days of
Niggas was robbed
The guy rikers height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so
Worth my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that same nigga they pull with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It don't take a whole lot to flip your
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 f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason hazin'
Hard to be lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies your roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's shit
Bring me on
About to down the whole industry
Official
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them