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

Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..

[Intro/Chorus:

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

One: Method]

Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my
mine like my baby mother
I shine when it rain, the cryin for all the black youth
that's dyin, I heard he out clutchin his iron
And in the the slugs flyin, one burst
he kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at
or badly hurt, it's all science, another merked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left
but the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is out they skirts
cause real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So Johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the
for all fuckheads, leave that 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 knotty dread, and live this
on the edge nigga.. one time for your mind
'cause-o, can you

[Chorus:

Wu-Tang are u wit me, well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it players
Heads on lockdown and on the run
No matter what you do money, stack your 'n onez

[Verse Two:

peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your
What's the matter ya ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be slappin niggaz in the face with the calibre
You like the baby? Ruck is the choice lately
a hoe and then grab a hoe just like ? ?
My boys pay me no mind, for the I say lately
Then deep down in they heart, they think nigga Ruck 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 Y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
your life by screwin, wife now cruisin
Affect with the grimy style
Meth-Tical, Skeltah for the Ninety-Now
me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
better than you is on the mic, but now you me

Rock]

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

[Verse Rock]

Son I used to be a boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight A
I listened to my elders til I found out they was
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new
Now, I mo' concealed Heat than Acapulco
in Bushwick call me Rocko, el mano loco
Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like K-Ci and
Packin ever Mamma Rock said gunz was a no-no
We don't need those doe, cats don't need gats
Six-five, the NBA, many niggaz be that
So try me, like you can't get shit by me
you to E.R. son with broke 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 thirst that'll get jewelry and dough taken
FUCK Batman and Robin, I'm with a bat man
Chase niggaz like Chevy for wack jams
Hit as a dick after a lapdance, ask any Sean Price
in Alcatraz fan, they'll tell you the jabbin

Rock]

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

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