Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south side
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on coney
When I rolled up, niggas heart slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
that 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, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
Cause even God got a shit
2:]
Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas bald head kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your whole stove crack
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, 'em down, shut 'em down
sees takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from rikers height on his job
With his own mob
Was it goin back 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 they with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a whole lot to flip vest
Then watch your lungs out your chest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed like
4: sticky fingaz]
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn we shut 'em down
We we gonna shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
in the vine
Persed the on your dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies throw roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe
my life, I don't need no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's that
me on point
About to down the whole industry
nasty
Dmx
We wreckin'
So up, or you get shut down like the rest of them