Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz In Da Air

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's
Now stuck with them handguns
I it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
I none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most
I'm kinda with the hands, but I'm iller with toast
My guns go pow, so how you like me
Been in your hood, niggaz that gangsta
y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not?
Or we can go to Iraq on M.U.
I have my pitbulls you up
I have my lil' homies in the hood, and just, scare you up
You don't - be in the hood, you a clown
And you come through, you have your niggaz holdin you down
And when - I hold heat I just hold it for
Why ask a - to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by my dick so I can 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 our guns in the air, what?
[N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so at the dog
[N] Bout to lock the whole down, so holla at the dog
Aiyyo in the air, guns in the air
Us grimy-ass niggaz keep our guns in the air,

Yo, I keep chapped lips, I (?) blunts
I used to in Albee Square..
but now I shop in Queens, I my niggaz I'll be here
On M.U. yo cause I don't care
With my nigga Mike (?) blow through the sunroof
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, is assed
We Thugged Out, them that'll steal your stash
If you a bitch, yo we niggaz that'll slap 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 a cheek out
Have 'em trapped in the room, can't out
With a sign on the door, say keep out

[Chorus] w/ minor

Yo.. I a song about "Hed" and now bitches love me
knowin they can give me head but they can't fuck me
I ran trains for Nino, my old C.O.
I even ran trains with my A&R
Sometimes, I drink without no juice
And I'ma for my niggaz, Baby D and Dukes
Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops
We added more niggaz, and gave 'em and boots
And for the niggaz bend 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 gon' wait for, runnin out of state for?
Money faulty, why you cop an eight for?
Been through, too drama and too much war
Hurryin, for so long, now it's to score, it go

[Chorus] w/ variations

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