Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my
where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a crossin' me
Well, somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my swings? Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, niggas wives tied up and raped
to da mob, deeper than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones

Bullet in my head, in my chest
Yeah, they want a dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh a feelin'
rounds in da drum

Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the
Niggas snitchin', I know who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss champagne with the
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He gotta shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may her to da new house

My Maserati be da new
Got girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' side

You wanna go route, go there
I on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
Both on the tip on my finger
bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street, my so sweet
All money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal

Beat the case Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they in the mink
Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be
When you cross lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi killed

Brisco line to young nigga, it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue
And if he brought I may buy me a new house

You wanna go route, go there
I been on road before
(Uh, huh)
I gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger

bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

Ain't 'bout time
thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't bout dying

Nigga how I'm livin', damn near
For every digit I get, fuck they 'bout that
I never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I shoot a shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a nigga
Never a laptop in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and buyin' it, if ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a nigga fired up sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want
Who dat, who dat behind the
I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz

Hiding behind money, hiding behind
I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck
It's getting' ugly, got on the line
he got a couple nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, 'em on through

You wanna go that route, go
I on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm for the win but ready for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger
bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't bout dying