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

Verse method

Yo, another, and elevate on this one my brother
mine like my baby mother
I shine it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
That's dyin, I heard he went out his iron
And in the mist the slugs flyin, one
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left
But the shells on the turf, the situation's
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a
Not can shine and make a meal
So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for nuff said
be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
But my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live life
On the edge nigga.. one for your fuckin-ass mind
'cause-o, can you

Chorus:

Wu-tang are u wit me, throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it 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 brain splattera
In a of seconds I'm disrespectin your character
What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the
I'll be slappin niggaz in the face with the calibre
You like the voice ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just royce gracie
My pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
Then down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all do it the mic ruin
life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin grimy
Meth-tical, skeltah 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 your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
Whether you rap for a or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do, stack gunz 'n onez

three: rock

Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight a
I listened to my elders til I found out was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for new shit
Now, I hold mo' heat than acapulco
Ricans in call me rocko, el mano loco
Got a to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo
Packin ever since mamma said gunz was a no-no
We don't need doe, street cats don't need gats
Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be
So try me, like mutumbo you get shit 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 like sprite, got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican
But it's thirst get your jewelry and dough taken
Fuck batman and robin, I'm robbin a bat man
niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a dick a lapdance, ask any sean price
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, crips and
No matter what you do money, your gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw
soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez

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