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

talk, the INC about to run New York
'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, that's murder inc boy's, that's real
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 between a matter of inches

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

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

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 a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, out of the gutter
With no

Our role models is forced the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
Morner, be mourners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
ya', niggaz 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 the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more 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, that's all I
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 forgiveness and send niggaz up

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

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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 riding motherfuckers