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 on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's I gotta see

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

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

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

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He gotta pretty and he wanna bring her through
love, we go back 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 sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route, go
I been on 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 swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

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

My so street, my swisha 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 case like Gotti, we the Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they in the mink
Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the
In the Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough

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

Brisco line to young nigga, 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 enough I may buy me a new

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 bags on the tip on my

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

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

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

bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga
Never seen a in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them
Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't or fryin' it

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

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

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

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