Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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 there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

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

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

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

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

Our models is forced with the hollows
sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, point and blank ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a food, I murder with real 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 like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

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

INC
We riding motherfuckers