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 with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys, the streets you P-noid
Every day's a new game, we do for new thangs
This kid got for like three G's and two chains

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

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

So keep ya gun breezed for
With New York desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like
Heavy in my facility
For you ass ones I stick to my gunz

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

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

I ain't gonna be or eyein' you
Silently I move violently, me, and Old see
I been chasin' and lacin' tough 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 be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still
Mr. Billy and I'll work you with a mini cannon

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

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

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

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

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

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

I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen
Your team is gettin' blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin' map we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push toupee back

Runnin' with mad gunnin' shit up
And you hit up for the funds
Niggaz better 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? Ain't nothin' is it real? son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya

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