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

Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..

[Intro/Chorus:

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

One: Method]

Yo, another, and elevate on this one my brother
mine like my baby mother
I shine it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
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 and his work, left nuttin
but the shells on the turf, the situation's
A lot of bitch ass is comin out they skirts
cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a
Not everyone can shine and make a
So carry 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 my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
Bitin on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb from a dread, and live this life
on the edge nigga.. one time for your mind
'cause-o, can you

[Chorus:

Wu-Tang are u wit me, well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Heads on and those 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 your character
What's the matter ya niggaz ain't for the massacre
I'll be slappin y'all 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 pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think that Ruck is crazy
Maybe, niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up
I can a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all niggaz do it the mic
life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
Affect with the grimy style
Meth-Tical, Heltah for the Ninety-Now
Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you 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, it even players
Whether you rap for a or sell 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 yet a straight A student
I listened to my elders til I found out they was
they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
Now, I hold mo' concealed Heat than
in Bushwick call me Rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like and JoJo
Packin ever since Rock said gunz was a no-no
We need those doe, street cats don't need gats
Six-five, from the NBA, many be that
So try me, like Mutumbo you get shit by me
Send you to E.R. son broke ankles like Allen Ivey.. hehe
hold that for a minute
And watch your before I run up in it I admit it
I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken, I'm Jamaican
But it's thirst that'll get your and dough taken
FUCK and Robin, I'm robbin with a bat man
Chase niggaz like Chevy for makin wack
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? Well throw your 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? throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
M.F.C., Killa Beez and my Outlaw
soon 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 gunz 'n onez
Cause ain't safe motherfucker
stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, Heltah
stack gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
shit