Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

Is it how my chain Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives up and raped
Similar to da mob, deeper a rap
All you gettin' 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 whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss champagne the steak
Pink rose jay ace by da case

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 a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king
night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side

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

I'm shootin for the win but 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 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' mine
Ain't thinkin' bout

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

the case like Gotti, we the Trill 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 dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm leor
Boobi steal, Boobi Boy's real
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 blue
And if he brought I may buy me a new house

You wanna go route, go there
I been on this road
(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' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

don't get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga want 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
It's getting' ugly, got 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 know
(Yeah)

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

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