Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, my money
Ain't where I be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga me
Well, that's I gotta see

Is it how my chain Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and
to da mob, deeper 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 what a
rounds in da drum

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

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

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

You wanna go that route, go
I on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I gunplay, you know gunplay
(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 thinkin' time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
thinkin' bout dying

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

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

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

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

You go that route, go there
I been on this before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(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' 'bout
thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't bout dying

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

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

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

Hiding 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 gunplay
(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)

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