Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

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

You
That fo' four handle his business
Like game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get to it

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

Yeah, I don't if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a
I ain't if it pop, the gauge still a gun
murder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, out of the gutter
With no

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

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 like the way it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

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

stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
This ain't business, personal, gun talk
When I holla the first to know
How hoes, and how much blood 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 don't the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers