Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

talk, the INC about to run New York
'Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read 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 niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death a matter of inches

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

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 don't like the way it's going down, nigga the pounding
And if more 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 by the plot, product of the hater
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
murder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
With no

Our role is forced with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
ya', niggaz keep 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 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 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 gauge is mine, all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the 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 god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
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 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 more than one that got the gold, grab the

INC
We riding here