Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Ya Gunz

Take em up, take em out, em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a head
One gun, two gun, gun, four
Your, mine, it's all about

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

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

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

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

Ah, I hate your guts, and I hope that 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 obey
Just in the nick of time, I the perfect crime
Rip my from 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 shit, I got the Tec-9
So what the clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck
It's like a catastrophe, fucking me, G
I'm a head with a knife
I want your money or life
So, so, so, so

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

We the Onyx
And we don't give a flying motherfucking
Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of man
that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we break you out man
that, yeah
We the fuck up out of this