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 and I'm getting that money, tonight

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

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

why this downtown swinga
Ruckus be packin' bangers
That make your whole shit out of hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will push ya shit in

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

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

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

I ain't gonna be beefin' or you
I move violently, me, and Old Reliable see
I been and lacin' tough guys for days
Findin' ways to erase 'em and place 'em in the

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

Holdin' it down the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and stiff as a fuckin' board
squad, niggaz 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 is it real? Yeah son
todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

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

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

So grab your body shield get ready for the
The biscuit that I'm
like cess but that's the fuckin' Dutchman
Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin' niggaz that the ruckus

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

Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are
whole team is gettin' blown to smithereens
Queens on the map nigga we stay strapped
In I let a AK cap push your toupee back

Runnin' with mad sons gunnin' up
And you hit up for the funds
Niggaz stick to they guns

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

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