Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
south side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' back his body 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
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left cat for dead his body 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, 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 dead
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
even God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you
Shut 'em down, 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How much is your life to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from rikers stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth back to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out nine glocks
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It don't a whole lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs out your chest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get like that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on your
In the admit it dogs
I'm the my glock holler
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your roleys 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 shit
me on point
About to shut the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut down the rest of them