Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my
where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets a nigga crossin' me
Well, somethin' I gotta see

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

in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they 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 champagne with the steak
rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 niggas, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he 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 sleepin' in the size
Last night I had tha sittin' ring side

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

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

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

Beat the case Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, and slide, they rainy 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 lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga, it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new

You go that 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
bags on the tip on my finger

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

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

how I'm livin', damn 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 on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you a threat nigga
Never seen a in da projects nigga
Just powder, cut comet, fuck them comics
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 this
Who dat, who dat the curtain
I'll 'em, wizard 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 nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, '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 for the loss
bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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