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

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

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

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

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 if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role is forced with the hollows
sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', 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
fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, grip the pounding
And if there's more 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 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's
Keep it in them working, in case I'm searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
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 niggaz 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, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers