Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Ya Gunz

Take em up, em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald
One gun, two gun, gun, four
Your, mine, all about crime

It's to get live, live, live like a wire
I set a choir on fire
done, on the grill, shot skills kills
And no - they try to diss me, they getting crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it this
In fact, you jack Jack's
they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
Beware the bald head the dread said if they
Stick-up's assassin, traction new
These fucking niggas shoulda the All-Madden!
Onyx is wrecking shit, slip-slide step
on it infinite that gets crashed like a rented
The shit write is black and white; well mine's got mad color
Ain't that right, my brother?!
Word up, it up
We do it with the that don't give a fuck

ya guns in the air
And buck buck like you just care

Heads up, cause we're some shit
On now shot-skills, Onyx Tec-9 for a while
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'mma em
The hardcore style, rowdy-n-wild, hits I'mma em
To all competition slide back then
I'm kicking all that, to the doormat
Claiming this domain, mad pains
Blood stains, long range - gats!
Crazy clips, I sink ships, faces like a pirate
I've never a flood, for the mad shit that I did
Heard, you got the so observe
I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds,
I leave my barrel smoking

Throw ya in the air
And buck buck like you just don't
Just throw ya in the air
And buck buck like you don't care
Just ya guns in the air
And buck buck like you just care
Just throw ya in the air
And buck buck like you just care

Ah, I hate your fucking guts, and I hope you die
Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my is a lie
I'm having a bad day, so stay out of my way
And we're the pistol packing people, so you better
Just in the nick of time, I commit the crime
Rip my heart my chest, put it right into a rhyme
I don't feel pain it's all in the mind
And mines is mines and, yours is mine
Don't fucking or I'mma rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the
So what the bumba clot boy
It's like a catastrophe, with me, G
I'm a bald with a knife
I want your money or your
So, so, so, so

Throw ya in the air
And buck buck like you don't care
throw ya guns in the air
And buck buck you just don't care
Just ya guns in the air
And buck like you just don't care
throw ya guns in the air
And buck buck you just don't care

We the motherfuckin
And we give a flying motherfucking fuck
Ay yo DS man we gonna get you out of jail man
Fuck that, yo DS we man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we break you out man
that, yeah
We the fuck up out of piece