Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

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

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

line, 2 young 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 take her to da new

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

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

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

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

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

Beat the like Gotti, we the Trill 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 means dat I'm more dough

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

Brisco line to nigga, what it do
Said he couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go 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 for the win but ready for the loss
bags on the tip on my finger

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

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

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

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

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

Hiding behind money, hiding behind
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 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 on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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