Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz In Da Air

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I told them cats, niggaz cop some mac's
Now they with them handguns
I thug it out T.B., and Johnny Handsome
I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than
I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller toast
My guns go pow, so how you like me
Been in your hood, niggaz ain't gangsta
Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or
Or we can go to on M.U. block
I my pitbulls tear you up
I have my lil' homies in the hood, come and just, you up
You - be in the hood, you a weak-ass clown
And when you come through, you have your niggaz you down
And when - I hold heat I hold it for delf
Why ask a - nigga to shoot when I'ma buck
I keep my gun by my so I can touch myself

It go in the air, guns in the air
Us Thugged Out niggaz keep our in the air
in the air, guns in the air
Us M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air,
[N] to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog
[N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so at the dog
Aiyyo in the air, guns in the air
Us grimy-ass keep our guns in the air, what?

Yo, I keep chapped lips, I smoke (?)
I used to shop in Square..
but now I shop in Queens, I tell my I'll be here
On M.U. yo cause I don't care
With my nigga (?) blow 'dro through the sunroof
and purple haze
And I still be in Brooklyn, and with Maze
I got a ghetto pass, yo and still I let the metal
Click click click, is assed
We Thugged Out, them that'll steal your stash
If you a bitch, yo we niggaz slap your ass
Whattup We can be lah, M-A
And these niggaz up, no problem-a
And leave 'em leaked out, stab him in his ass have a out
Have 'em in the room, can't sneak out
With a sign on the door, that say out

[Chorus] w/ minor

Yo.. I made a song about "Hed" and now love me
They knowin they can me head but they can't fuck me
I ran for Nino, even my old C.O.
I even ran trains my A&R Gino
Sometimes, I drink Smirnoff no juice
And I'ma ride for my niggaz, Baby D and
Thugged Out and M.U., we tripled our troops
We added more niggaz, and 'em gats and boots
And for the niggaz that bend down get minks and
See me, I'm not greedy, not at all
Hit me at the office, yo 2-1-2, 5-6-3,
So why y'all gon' wait for, runnin out of state for?
Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight
through, too much drama and too much war
Hurryin, for so long, now it's to score, it go

w/ minor variations

Gangsta.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U.
We just gangstaz.. we thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what?
Has nigga..