Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

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

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga 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 there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

Yeah, I don't care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get
I'm raised by the plot, of the hater
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role models is with the hollows
sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
Thank ya', niggaz me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder real bombs

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, grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
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 and send niggaz up

Fucking stick up, these bitch niggaz touch
all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll make you while I fuck the spouse
This ain't business, personal, gun talk
I holla you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, 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 riding motherfuckers