Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a
Hundred rounds in da

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

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He pretty 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 be da new body
Got your girl wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the size
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 for the loss
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 thinkin' time
thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout

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

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill 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 to be poor
you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames the Boobi Boys killed

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

You wanna go route, go there
I been on road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(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 dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

Wanna bet nigga, you a threat nigga
seen a laptop in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck comics
and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

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

behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that shit
It's getting' ugly, got torch on the
Said he got a couple nuns, I him
Grab two koo, 'em on through

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

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

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