Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my
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
lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, than 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 gettin whacked, no sympathy for the
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who your dick off
I'ma champagne with the steak
Pink jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He gotta pretty and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the blue
And if she bad enough, may her to da new house

My Maserati be da new
Got your girl panties than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the size
Last night I had tha 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
bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

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

Brisco to young nigga, what it do
Said he gotta couple and he wanna bring '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 road before
(Uh, huh)
I gunplay, you know gunplay
(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)
When I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' dying