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 us or you show us love
No what 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 your 'n onez

Verse one:

Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my
Respect mine like my baby
I when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
And in the the slugs flyin, one burst
He the dirt, not knowin he was touched 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 situation's
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they
it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So carry nine in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, leave ass for dead nuff said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all
down 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, throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Heads on lockdown and on the run
No matter what you do money, your gunz 'n onez

Verse two:

peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your
the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin niggaz in the face with the calibre
You like the voice ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like 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 niggaz just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the face the uppercut
What the fuck? niggaz do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, your wife now
Affect with the motherfuckin style
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

Chorus:

So iz u wit me? throw 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

Verse three:

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 found out was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, for some new shit
Now, I hold mo' concealed than acapulco
Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el loco
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing k-ci and jojo
Packin ever mamma rock said 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 ankles like allen ivey.. hehe
Hold that for a minute
And your shorty before I run up in it I admit it
I'm sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican
But it's that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
Fuck and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man
Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack
Hit as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price
In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the

Chorus:

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

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