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, nigga 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 niggaz left to hold the
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's
Lt. Ja tell it, murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and between a matter of inches

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

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
Well niggaz 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 care if you're a or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, 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, and corrupted
Nothing to 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, weed twisting
Load up the clip's and the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well 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

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The is mine, that's all I know
been 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 case I'm searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all up in their houses
I'll you watch while I fuck the spouse
ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I you're the first to know
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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers