Luyện nghe bài hát Stick To Ya Gunz

Calling the police, the G men
Calling all to war on the underworld
All I need is money and I'm getting that money,

Let's take a slide through the illside of town with this
Watch out for Jakes, and decoys, the streets keep you P-noid
day's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like G's and two chains

Yo, I know about streets I was raised in
In my I heard villains outside blazin'
Mad shots was and I see visions of droppin' men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on

That's why this downtown
bringa be packin' bangers
That make your whole shit out of clothes
only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The will cold push ya shit in

So keep ya gun breezed for
With New York desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like
Heavy in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya
What's the word? Ain't is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? to ya gunz

The beautifullest thing in the world
Is a fo' fo' Desert Eagle, nigga, that shit is
Lethal hollow point slugs through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, the whole projects

I gonna be beefin' or eyein' you
Silently I move violently, me, and Old see
I been and lacin' tough guys for days
Findin' ways to erase 'em and 'em in the grave

If it happen the cappin', I'm in the mix
And I'd be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the line still standin'
Mr. Billy Danze and I'll you with a mini cannon

Holdin' it down it's the lord
So you riff, you be and laid stiff as a fuckin' board
squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to guns

Yo, up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? to ya gunz
What's the Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it Yeah son
todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays of self? Stick to ya gunz

Aiyyo, I represents Queens, on crime
A murder machine, put M-16's in niggaz
So head for the hills, nigga
When I get ill, blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin' steel and shoot to

So your body shield get ready for the duckin'
The biscuit I'm clutchin'
Puffin' like cess but that's the Dutchman
Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin' niggaz that the ruckus

We'll be three niggaz who's but we ain't applaudin'
You motherfuckers, keep my hid up under back
Two shots to lids, ain't gotta go rush
To R U's to get you cabbage patch kid

I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen
Your team is gettin' blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin' map nigga we stay
In fact I let a AK cap push your back

Runnin' with mad gunnin' shit up
And you hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they

Yo, up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of Stick to ya gunz

Yo, up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it Yeah son
todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz