Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz 'n Onez

Haayyoahhh! ahhh..

Intro/chorus:

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

Verse method

Yo, light another, and on this one my brother
Respect mine my baby mother
I when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
That's dyin, I heard he out clutchin his iron
And in the mist the flyin, one burst
He the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first
Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga
Kid snatched his purse and his work, left
But the on the turf, the situation's worse
A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out skirts
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a
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
be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all
Bitin down on the bullet now,
I cop my herb from a 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 your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
on lockdown and those on the run
No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n

two: ruck

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

Chorus:

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

Verse three:

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

Chorus:

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, stack gunz 'n onez
Iz u wit me? well throw hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, it even players
M.f.c., beez and my outlaw thugs
Armaggedeon come, stack your gunz 'n onez

Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n
skeltah come soon, be prepared motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, your gunz 'n onez
Cause ain't safe motherfucker
Stack your 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Marvelous, armaggedeon, skeltah
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n
shit