Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

You
That fo' four that his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them with
Damn, what so gangsta about these
Now I got the full niggaz, led
them dead 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
gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

Well bitch 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 it's going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

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 gauge and the glock, and I keep a
I afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no

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

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

The nine the cal the pound of coke,
The the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies
This load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
it in them working, in case I'm legal 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 whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I the spouse
ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla the first to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

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

INC
We here motherfuckers