Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' side 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
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this niggas slowed up
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two 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, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your stack
Grimy cats
bald head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' your
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
Feel my full

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
your shits weak
How is your life worth to someone important
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 from rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so
Worth makin' my shit go
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a whole lot to flip vest
Then watch your lungs spill out your
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple
Hard to be 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 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on your
In the morgue 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 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
2x]
That's shit
Bring me on
About to shut down the industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut down the rest of them