Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' south nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
Shut 'em

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
Shut 'em
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, niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
when I fall 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 chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat downs
I spit a shiny silver nanabus(? )
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald like kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'l you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
bury the bullshit
I'ma the bullshit
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will his face
Be on the out for a basket case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How much is your life to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
From back in the of gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy rikers height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin to the earth so soon
makin' my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out with glocks
On top of that same when they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It don't take a lot to flip your vest
Then watch your lungs spill out chest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
niggas get killed like that
[verse 4: fingaz]
Mad man sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be lord with 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 shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Persed the on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the 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 shit
Bring me on
About to shut down the industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of