Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, my money
Ain't I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a crossin' me
Well, that's I gotta see

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

Bullet in my head, bullet in my
Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh a feelin'
Hundred in da drum

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

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

My be da new body
Got your girl panties wetter a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the size
Last night I had tha bitch ring side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga want this
Who dat, who dat behind the
I'll 'em, wizard of oz niggas

Hiding behind money, behind luxury
I see 'em up all that fuck shit
getting' ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I him
two koo, bring 'em on through

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

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

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