Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Em Down

Straight up
Motherfuckin' side nigga
what!
up

'em down!

Shut 'em
'em down

Onyx dmx

Shut 'em
'em down
Shut 'em down
1:]
Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
up on coney island
When I rolled up, this niggas heart up
That killa up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked 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
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause God got a shit list
2:]
Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny nanabus(? )
Niggas of us
We the that rush, those that hold back
Takin' your stack
Grimy street
bald head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'l you homey
'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the
I'ma bury the
bury the bullshit
Feel my clip

[verse 3:
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't to get caught in
From in the days of gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with glocks
On top of that same nigga they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I gon' rest
It don't take a whole lot to flip your
Then watch your lungs spill out chest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that
[verse 4: 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 pahsin' lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn we gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Persed the line on your
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my holler
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the 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
Bring me on
About to shut down the industry
nasty
Dmx
We everything
So shut up, or you get down like the rest of them