Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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

Real talk, the INC to run New York
there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's killers
Money laundering, tax and drug dealers
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, all the bitches
And life and death between a of inches

You
That fo' four that his business
Like capital game, and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we fucking these same bitches
And you know 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 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 grip the
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

Our role is forced with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I murder with real

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, 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 grip the
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

The the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the the E' the coke, niggaz
The is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing since 9 6, the oldies know
This load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, in case I'm searching
They got worship god, and the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz
It's all about violence, real niggaz is
And know niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll make you watch I fuck the spouse
ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the to know
How hoes, and how much blood has been 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 the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers