Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if more 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 newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death a matter of inches

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

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 than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

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

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

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

stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
This business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to
How hoes, and how much blood has been lost of

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

INC
We riding motherfuckers