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

one: method

Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my
Respect like my baby mother
I shine it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
That's dyin, I he went out clutchin his iron
And in the the slugs 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 and his work, left nuttin
But the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass is comin out they skirts
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a
Not everyone can and make a meal
So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the
For all fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, all peace
But when my gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin down on the 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 your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Heads on and those on the run
No matter you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez

Verse ruck

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

Chorus:

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

Verse three:

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

rock

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

Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack gunz 'n onez
Heltah skeltah soon, be prepared motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
Cause nobody safe motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n
Marvelous, armaggedeon, skeltah
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
shit