Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

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

one: method

Yo, light another, and 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 he went out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was at first
Or hurt, it's 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 it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a
Not everyone can shine and make a
So johnny nine in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, all peace
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all
Bitin down on the bullet now,
I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and this life
On the edge nigga.. one 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 what you do money, your gunz 'n onez

Verse ruck

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin character
What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the
I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the with the calibre
You like the voice 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 down in they heart, they think that nigga is crazy
Maybe, y'all should just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic
Your life by screwin, your wife now
Affect with the grimy style
Meth-tical, skeltah 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

rock

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

three: rock

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

Chorus:

So iz u wit me? well throw your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Gods, earths, and cons, and bloods
No matter what you do money, your gunz '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 outlaw
soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez

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