Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz In Da Air

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

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

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

[Chorus] w/ variations

Yo.. I made a song about "Hed" and now love me
They knowin they can give me head but can't fuck me
I ran trains for Nino, my old C.O.
I even ran trains my A&R Gino
Sometimes, I drink without no juice
And ride for my niggaz, Baby D and Dukes
Thugged Out and M.U., we tripled our troops
We added more niggaz, and gave 'em gats and
And for the niggaz that down get minks and goose
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 niggaz gon' wait for, runnin out of for?
Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight
Been through, too drama and too much war
Hurryin, for so long, now time to score, it go

[Chorus] w/ variations

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