Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

Iz u wit me.. yo your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even
Whether you hate us or you us love
No matter what you do money, your gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me.. yo throw hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my
No matter what you do baby, your gunz 'n onez

Verse one:

Yo, another, and elevate on this one my brother
Respect mine like my baby
I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black
dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
He kissed the dirt, not he was touched at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, nigga merked
Kid snatched his purse and his work, nuttin
But the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out skirts
Cause it's real, not can rhyme and get a deal
Not everyone can and make a meal
So johnny carry in the steel, one in the head
For all them fuckheads, that ass for dead nuff said
Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all
But my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
down on the bullet now, bloodshed
I cop my herb a knotty dread, and live this life
On the nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
'cause-o, can you

rock

Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
Heads on lockdown and on the run
No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n

two: ruck

Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the brain splattera
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin character
the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
I'll be y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre
You like the voice baby? is the choice lately
Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce
My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say
Then deep down in they heart, they that nigga ruck is crazy
Maybe, y'all should just chill before I fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the face the uppercut
What the y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin grimy
Meth-tical, heltah for the ninety-now
me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
Better than you is on the mic, but now you me

Chorus:

So iz u wit me? well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
Whether you rap for a living or drugs for funds
No matter what you do, your gunz 'n onez

Verse three:

Son I to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a a student
I listened to my elders til I out they was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new
Now, I hold mo' concealed heat acapulco
Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano
Got a fo'-fo' to make sing like k-ci and jojo
ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no
We don't need doe, street cats don't need gats
Six-five, from the nba, niggaz be that
So try me, like mutumbo you can't get by me
Send you to e.r. son with ankles like allen ivey.. hehe
Hold that thought for a
And watch your shorty I run up in it I admit it
I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, I'm jamaican
But it's thirst that'll get your and dough taken
Fuck and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man
Chase like chevy for makin wack jams
Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any price
In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you the jabbin

rock

So iz u wit me? well your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
Gods, earths, and cons, crips and
No matter what you do money, your gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even
M.f.c., killa and my outlaw thugs
Armaggedeon soon come, stack your 'n onez

Stack your 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n
Cause ain't nobody motherfucker
your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your 'n onez
shit