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 us love
No matter what you do money, your gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me.. yo throw your in the air!
All my and soldiers, fuck 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
mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the youth
dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the slugs flyin, one
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was at first
Or hurt, it's all science, another 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 skirts
Cause it's real, not can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can shine and a meal
So johnny carry in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for nuff said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, 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 nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
'cause-o, can you

Chorus:

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

Verse ruck

peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin character
the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre
You the voice baby? 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 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, heltah skeltah for the
me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
Better than you is on the mic, but now you me

rock

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

three: rock

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

rock

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

your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Heltah skeltah come soon, be motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
Cause ain't safe motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, your gunz 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, skeltah
Stack gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
shit