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 [4x]
1:]
Yo shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this heart 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
Cause when I fall y'all killas a me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the that rush, those that hold back
Takin' your stack
street cats
Niggas bald like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'ma the bullshit
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
Feel my full

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this double 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 creek
Cause shits weak
How much is your worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy rikers height stayed 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, from the
Till there's no
Fuck you know a pine box
Money out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a whole lot to flip your
Then your lungs spill out your chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed that
[verse 4: sticky
Mad man f-i-n-g-a-z
The cajun blazin' 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 with a thunder
We gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna shut 'em
We turn shit quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the my glock holler
cocaine 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, have my doe right
Fuck my life, I need no mic!
The new
it
may
2x]
That's shit
me on point
About to shut down the whole
Official
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut like the rest of them