Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'N Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..

[Intro/Chorus:

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

One: Method]

Yo, light another, and elevate on one my brother
Respect mine like my mother
I shine when it rain, the cryin for all the black youth
that's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
he kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at
or hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left
but the shells on the turf, the worse
A lot of bitch ass is comin out they skirts
cause it's real, not everyone can and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So carry nine in the steel, one in the head
for all fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, all peace
But when my gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin 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:

Wu-Tang are u wit me, throw 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, stack your 'n onez

Two: Ruck]

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin character
What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the
be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre
You like the baby? Ruck is the choice lately
Slap a hoe and then a hoe just like ? ?
My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say
Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga Ruck is
Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I you up
I can snuff a nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all do it the mic ruin
your life by screwin, your wife now
Affect with the motherfuckin style
Meth-Tical, Heltah 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

[Chorus:

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

Three: Rock]

Son I used to be a boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight A
I to my elders til I found out they was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new
Now, I hold mo' concealed than Acapulco
Ricans in Bushwick me Rocko, el mano loco
Got a to make thugs sing like K-Ci and JoJo
Packin ever since Mamma Rock gunz was a no-no
We don't need those doe, street cats don't need
Six-five, from the NBA, many be that
So try me, like Mutumbo you can't get by me
Send you to E.R. son with broke ankles Allen Ivey.. hehe
hold that thought for a
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 get your jewelry and dough taken
FUCK Batman and Robin, I'm robbin a bat man
Chase niggaz Chevy for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a after a lapdance, ask any Sean Price
in Alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the

Rock]

So iz u wit me? throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
Gods, Earths, and cons, Crips and
No matter what you do money, stack gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me? Well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
M.F.C., Killa Beez and my Outlaw
Armaggedeon soon come, your gunz 'n onez

stack gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Heltah Skeltah soon, be prepared motherfucker
your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Cause nobody safe motherfucker
your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, Skeltah
stack gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
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