Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm at the table, countin' my money
Ain't I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a 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, deeper a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell tapped

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

Niggas gettin whacked, no for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' dick off
I'ma boss champagne the steak
rose 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 house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new

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

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

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

My nigga so street, my 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 through

Beat the like Gotti, we the Trill Murder 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 more dough

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

line to young nigga, what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em
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 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' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' bout

Nigga how I'm livin', damn near
For every digit I get, fuck they know that
I aint put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I shoot a nigga shit on a

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

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

behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all fuck shit
It's ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I 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 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)

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