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 back his found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this niggas slowed up
That killa froze up, 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
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun 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
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
Betta 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 takin' your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you shits sweet
Now you up shit's
your shits weak
How much is your life worth to someone
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it goin back to the earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I gon' rest
It take a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs out your chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get like that
[verse 4: fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn shit dumb gun click
in the vine
Persed the line on your
In the morgue admit it
I'm the rottweiler my glock
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta my doe right
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
may
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That's that
Bring me on
About to shut the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So up, or you get shut down like the rest of them