Luyện nghe bài hát Stick To Ya Gunz

Calling the police, the G men
Calling all to war on the underworld
All I need is money and I'm getting that money,

Let's take a slide through the illside of town this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys, the streets keep you
Every a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like G's and two chains

Yo, I about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I villains outside blazin'
Mad shots was and I see visions of droppin' men
minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson

That's why this downtown
Ruckus bringa be packin'
That make your whole shit out of hangers
only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The will cold push ya shit in

So ya gun breezed for fuckin'
With New York desperadoes
bust open your head like avocados
Heavy artillery in my
For you snake ass ones I to my gunz

Yo, up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya
the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays of self? Stick to ya gunz

The most thing in the world
Is a fo' fo' Desert Eagle, nigga, that is Diesel
Lethal hollow slugs plunge through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, the whole projects

I gonna be beefin' or eyein' you
Silently I move violently, me, and Old see
I been chasin' and lacin' guys for days
ways to erase 'em and place 'em in the grave

If it the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix
And I'd rather be by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still
Mr. Billy Danze and I'll work you with a cannon

Holdin' it down it's the drama
So you riff, you be and laid stiff as a fuckin' board
Firin' squad, on the run
Get props top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? son
What's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it Yeah son
todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

Yo, what up? nothin' is it real? Yeah son
todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? to ya gunz

Aiyyo, I represents Queens, on crime
A machine, put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, 'cause
When I get ill, blood spilled for real
I aim my steel and shoot to kill

So grab your body get ready for the duckin'
The biscuit I'm clutchin'
Puffin' like cess but that's the Dutchman
Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin' niggaz that want the

We'll be three niggaz who's clappin' but we ain't
You motherfuckers, my mack hid up under back
Two shots to lids, ain't gotta go rush
To R U's to get you cabbage patch kid

Once I let the laser beams and the red dots are seen
Your whole team is gettin' to smithereens
on the motherfuckin' map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee

Runnin' mad sons gunnin' shit up
And leave you hit up for the
better stick to they guns

Yo, what up? nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? to ya gunz

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? son
What's todays mathematics Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? to ya gunz