Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

Real talk, the INC to run New York
'Cause there's no real niggaz left to the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, murder inc boy's, that's real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just getting money, fucking all the bitches
And and death between a matter of inches

You
That fo' four that handle his
Like capital game, reload and hit with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
them dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking these bitches
And you know talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

Well bitch get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I don't care if a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, of the hater
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
no introduction

Our role models is forced the hollows
sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder with real

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the pound of coke,
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The gauge is mine, all I know
I've been this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hold
Keep it in them working, in case I'm legal
got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their
I'll make you watch while I the spouse
This ain't business, it's personal, gun
When I you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers