Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

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

Verse method

Yo, light another, and on this one my brother
Respect like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the cryin for all the black youth
That's dyin, I he went out clutchin 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, another 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 out they skirts
it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not can shine and make a meal
So johnny nine 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 when my baby's get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin down on the bullet now,
I cop my herb from a dread, and live this life
On the edge nigga.. one time for your mind
'cause-o, can you

rock

Wu-tang are u wit me, well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
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 your character
What's the ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin y'all in the face with the calibre
You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like gracie
My pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, think that nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all niggaz just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, your now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin grimy
Meth-tical, skeltah for the ninety-now
me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
Better you is on the mic, but now you losing me

rock

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 you do, stack your gunz 'n onez

three: rock

Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight a
I listened to my elders til I found out was stupid
What they me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I mo' concealed heat than acapulco
Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el loco
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing k-ci and jojo
Packin since mamma 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 mutumbo you get shit by me
Send you to e.r. son with ankles like allen ivey.. hehe
that thought for a minute
And watch shorty before 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 taken
Fuck batman and robin, I'm with a bat man
Chase niggaz chevy for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a dick a lapdance, ask any sean price
In fan, they'll tell 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, crips and
No matter what you do money, stack gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
M.f.c., killa and my outlaw thugs
Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n

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