Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

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

Niggas gettin whacked, no for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who 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 pretty shone and he wanna her through
That's love, we go back to the blue
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hiding money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that 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 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' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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