Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

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

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

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 like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than 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
Married murder one, sleep the fishes
red rum, young 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 ganja
Load up the clip's and the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder with bombs

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 the way it's going down, nigga grip 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 the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I
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 working, in case I'm legal searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send up

stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
This business, it's personal, gun talk
I holla you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake 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 more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers