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, three gun,
Your, mine, all about crime

It's time to get live, live, live like a
I set a choir on fire
Well done, on the grill, shot kills
And no frills - they try to diss me, they crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like
In fact, you players jack
Cause can burn in hell shit for all that I care
Beware the bald head the dread if they dare
Stick-up's assassin, new reaction
These niggas shoulda made the All-Madden!
Onyx is shit, slip-slide step quick
on it infinite 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 buck like you don't care

Heads up, we're dropping some shit
On now shot-skills, Onyx Tec-9 for a while
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'mma em
The hardcore style, rowdy-n-wild, I'mma sell em
To all competition slide then listen
I'm kicking all that, shit to the
Claiming this domain, mad pains
Blood stains, long range - gats!
Crazy clips, I sink ships, cutting faces a pirate
I've never a flood, for the mad shit that I did
Heard, you got the so observe
I and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, open
I always leave my barrel

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

Ah, I hate your guts, and I hope that you die
Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie
Cause I'm a bad day, so stay out of my way
And we're the pistol packing people, so you obey
in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime
Rip my heart from my chest, put it into a rhyme
I don't feel pain it's all in the mind
And mines is mines and, yours is mine
Don't blink or I'mma rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the
So the bumba clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck
It's a catastrophe, fucking with me, G
I'm a bald with a knife
I want money or your life
So, so, so, so

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

We the motherfuckin
And we don't give a flying fuck
Ay yo DS man we come get you out of jail man
Fuck that, yo DS we man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we break you out man
that, yeah
We the up out of this piece