Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south side
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
Washed up on coney
When I rolled up, this niggas slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause when I y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat downs
I spit like a silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' whole stack
street cats
Niggas bald like kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
I bet you this 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 shit's
Cause shits weak
How is your life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of
was gettin' robbed
The guy from rikers height on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a whole lot to flip vest
Then your lungs spill out your chest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man sticky
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple
Hard to be pahsin' lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the my glock holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
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 shit
Bring me on
About to shut the whole industry
Official
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them