Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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, nigga 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 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, real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death a matter of inches

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

bitch 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 that got the gold, the calico

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

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The witness and the polla, weed ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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 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
been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hold
Keep it in them working, in case I'm searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch touch
It's all about violence, real niggaz is
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their
I'll you watch while I fuck the spouse
This ain't business, personal, gun talk
When I you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has lost of

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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers