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 like the way it's 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 real niggaz left to hold the
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, murder inc boy's, that'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 between a matter of inches

You
fo' four that handle his business
Like game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking these same
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
It's gun talk, better get used to it

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga 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, the calico

Yeah, I don't care if a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge a gun
Married murder one, with the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, out of the gutter
With no

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

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 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, all I know
I've been doing since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hold
Keep it in them working, in I'm legal searching
got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and niggaz up

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

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, grab the

INC
We riding motherfuckers