Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Ya Gunz

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

It's time to get live, live, live like a
I set a whole choir on
done, on the grill, shot skills kills
And no frills - they try to diss me, getting crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like
In fact, you players jack
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I
Beware the bald head the said if they dare
assassin, traction new reaction
These niggas shoulda made the All-Madden!
Onyx is shit, slip-slide step quick
Super on it that gets crashed like 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 that give a fuck

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

Heads up, cause dropping some shit
On your now shot-skills, Onyx for a while
Keep your eyes in the fight, I'mma swell em
The style, rowdy-n-wild, hits I'mma sell em
To all competition slide back listen
I'm kicking all that, shit to the
Claiming this domain, cause mad
stains, long range - cock gats!
Crazy clips, I sink ships, cutting faces a pirate
never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did
Heard, you got the so observe
I shatter and bodies that blows and bust nerds, open
I always leave my smoking

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

Ah, I hate fucking 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 packing people, so you better obey
Just in the nick of time, I the perfect crime
Rip my heart from my chest, put it right a rhyme
I feel pain cause it's all in the mind
And what's mines is mines and, is mine
Don't fucking blink or rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the
So what the bumba boy buck-buck-buck-buck
It's a catastrophe, fucking with me, G
I'm a bald with a knife
I your money or your life
So, so, so, so

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

We the motherfuckin
And we don't a flying motherfucking fuck
Ay yo DS man we gonna get you out of jail man
that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we gonna you out man
Fuck that,
We the fuck up out of this