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
you hate us or you show us love
No matter what you do money, stack your '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 matter what you do baby, your gunz 'n onez

one: method

Yo, another, and elevate on this one my brother
Respect mine my baby mother
I when 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 the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, nigga merked
Kid snatched his and his work, left nuttin
But the shells on the turf, the situation's
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is 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 fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said
be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
But when my gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a dread, and live this life
On the nigga.. one time 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 the stamina, of the main brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin character
What's the ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the with the calibre
You like the baby? ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold 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, y'all niggaz should just before I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the with the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, your now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin style
Meth-tical, heltah for the ninety-now
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you to be
Better than you is on the mic, but now you me

Chorus:

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

three: rock

Son I to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a a student
I listened to my elders til I out they was stupid
What they me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I hold mo' concealed heat acapulco
Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs like k-ci and jojo
ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no
We don't need those doe, 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 that for a minute
And watch your shorty 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 dough
Fuck batman and robin, I'm with a bat man
Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack
Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean
In alcatraz fan, tell you watch the jabbin

Chorus:

So iz u wit me? well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it 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 beez and my thugs
Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n

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