Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

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

Verse method

Yo, light another, and on this one my brother
Respect mine 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 the slugs flyin, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was at first
Or badly hurt, all science, another nigga merked
Kid his purse and his work, left nuttin
But the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out skirts
Cause real, not everyone 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
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all
But my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my from a knotty dread, and live this life
On the nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
'cause-o, can you

Chorus:

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

Verse ruck

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm your character
the matter ya niggaz ain't ready 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 pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the face the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic
Your life by screwin, your now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin style
Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you 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 players
Whether you rap for a or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do, your gunz 'n onez

Verse three:

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

Chorus:

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

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