Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

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

You
fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, and hit them with interest
Damn, what so about these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking these same
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, nigga the nine and
Well niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

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

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, weed ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
Morner, be mourners stay gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder real 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 going down, grip the pounding
And if there's than one that 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 doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's
Keep it in them working, in I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and niggaz up

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

Well bitch 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 more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers