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
Shut 'em [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this niggas heart up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause when I fall killas 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, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a
And I swore forgiveness I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat downs
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your whole
street cats
Niggas bald head 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 tear you
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, 'em down
Shun sees your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How much is life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from rikers height on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin to the earth so soon
makin' my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out with glocks
On top of that same nigga when pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I gon' rest
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch lungs spill out your chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
niggas get killed like that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man sticky
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all this hell I'm
God of the underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We shit dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my glock
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck my life, I don't no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's that
me on point
About to shut the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut like the rest of them