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

one: method

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

rock

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

Verse two:

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the brain 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 niggaz in the with the calibre
You the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce
My pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill I fuck you up
I can snuff a nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic
life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
Affect the motherfuckin grimy style
Meth-tical, skeltah for the ninety-now
Remind me how, the way it to be, yo you used to be
Better you is on the mic, but now you losing me

rock

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

Verse rock

Son I to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a a student
I listened to my til I found out they was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, for some 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 k-ci and jojo
Packin ever since mamma rock said was a no-no
We don't need those doe, street don't need gats
Six-five, the nba, many niggaz be that
So try me, like mutumbo you can't get by me
Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like ivey.. hehe
that thought for a minute
And your shorty before I run up in it I admit it
I'm sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican
But thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin a bat man
Chase like chevy for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean
In fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin

Chorus:

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

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