Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

Iz u wit me.. yo throw hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it players
Whether you hate us or you us love
No matter what you do money, stack gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me.. yo throw your in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it players
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my
No matter you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez

one: method

Yo, another, and elevate on this one my brother
mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black
dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at
Or hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, nuttin
But the shells on the turf, the worse
A lot of bitch ass is comin out they skirts
Cause real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So johnny carry in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, all peace
But my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and this life
On the nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
'cause-o, can you

rock

Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
on lockdown and those on the run
No matter you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez

two: ruck

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your
What's the matter ya ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin y'all in the face with the calibre
You the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the hold just like royce gracie
My boys pay me no mind, for the I say lately
Then deep down in heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the with the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all do it the mic ruin
Your by screwin, your wife now cruisin
with the motherfuckin grimy style
Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the
Remind me how, the way it to be, yo you used to be
than you is on the mic, but now you losing me

Chorus:

So iz u wit me? well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
Whether you rap for a or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n

three: rock

Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little kid
rebellious yet a straight a student
I listened to my elders til I found out was stupid
What told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I mo' concealed heat than acapulco
Ricans in bushwick me rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo'-fo' to thugs sing like k-ci and jojo
ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no
We don't need those doe, street cats need gats
Six-five, from the nba, niggaz be that
So try me, like you can't get shit by me
Send you to e.r. son broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe
Hold that for a minute
And watch your shorty I run up in it I admit it
I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm
But it's thirst that'll get jewelry and dough taken
Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin a bat man
Chase niggaz like for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean
In alcatraz fan, tell you watch the jabbin

rock

So iz u wit me? well throw your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
Gods, earths, and cons, and bloods
No matter what you do money, stack your 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well throw your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
M.f.c., killa beez and my thugs
Armaggedeon soon come, your gunz 'n onez

Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack gunz 'n onez
Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared
your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Cause ain't nobody safe
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack gunz 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, skeltah
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
shit