Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

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

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

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He gotta shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the blue
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 sleepin' in the king
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 brought I may buy me a new house

You go that route, go there
I been on this before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
bags 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
thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout

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

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat
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 nigga up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't this
Who dat, who dat the curtain
I'll 'em, wizard of oz niggas

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

You go that 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
bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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