Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
south side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

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

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How is your life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
back in the days of gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from rikers height on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you about a pine 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 get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get 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 I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We gonna shut 'em
We turn we shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb gun click
in the vine
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe
Fuck my life, I need no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's that
Bring me on
to shut down the whole industry
Official
Dmx
We wreckin'
So shut up, or you get shut down like the of them