Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

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

one: method

Yo, light another, and on this one my brother
Respect mine like my baby
I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black
That's dyin, I heard he out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at
Or badly hurt, it's all science, nigga merked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, nuttin
But the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they
it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So carry nine in the steel, one in the head
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 on the bullet 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, well throw your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
Heads on lockdown and on the run
No what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez

Verse two:

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain
In a matter of I'm disrespectin your character
the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face the calibre
You like the voice ruck is the choice lately
a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie
My boys pay me no mind, for the I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga is crazy
Maybe, y'all niggaz should chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the
What the fuck? y'all do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, your wife now
Affect the motherfuckin grimy style
Meth-tical, heltah for the ninety-now
me how, the way it used 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 throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for
No matter what you do, your gunz 'n onez

Verse three:

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

rock

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

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