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 swings? Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the 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'
Hundred rounds in da

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

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

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

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

I'm for the win but ready for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger
bring 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 money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer home in New Zeal through

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

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

Brisco line to nigga, what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna '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 on this 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' bring it, I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

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

Hiding behind money, 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
two koo, bring 'em on through

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

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

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