Luyện nghe bài hát Stick To Ya Gunz

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

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

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

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

So keep ya gun breezed for
With these New York
We'll bust open your like avocados
artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I to my gunz

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

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

I ain't be beefin' or eyein' you
Silently I violently, me, and Old Reliable see
I chasin' and lacin' tough guys for days
Findin' ways to erase 'em and 'em in the grave

If it happen the cappin', I'm in the mix
And I'd rather be judged by twelve, than by six
My kind, on the front line standin'
Mr. Billy Danze and I'll you with a mini cannon

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

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

Aiyyo, I represents Queens, on scenes
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 fuckin' steel and to kill

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

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

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

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

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