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

one: method

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

Chorus:

Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Heads on lockdown and on the run
No matter what you do money, stack 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 niggaz ain't 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 hold just royce gracie
My boys pay me no mind, for the I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is
Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the with the uppercut
the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, wife now cruisin
Affect the motherfuckin grimy style
Meth-tical, heltah for the ninety-now
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you 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, fuck it players
Whether you rap for a or sell drugs for funds
No matter you do, stack your gunz 'n onez

three: rock

Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a a student
I listened to my elders til I found out they was
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new
Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than
Ricans in bushwick me rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo'-fo' to 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, niggaz be that
So try me, like mutumbo you can't get by me
Send you to e.r. son with broke like allen ivey.. hehe
Hold that thought for a
And watch your shorty before I run up in it I it
I'm sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican
But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and taken
batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man
Chase niggaz like chevy for wack jams
Hit as a dick after 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, fuck it players
Gods, earths, and cons, and bloods
No matter what you do money, stack your 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
M.f.c., beez and my outlaw thugs
Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n

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