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 a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? of ma face
Tellin' lies, niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, deeper a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell tapped

in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they want a 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
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da

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

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

You wanna go route, go there
I been on this 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' bring it, I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

Beat the case 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 dat I'm getting' more dough

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

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

You wanna go that route, go
I been on this road
(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

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

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

how I'm livin', damn near dying
For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout
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 get a nigga fired up behind sum
shit, ma nigga don't want this
Who dat, who dat behind the
I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz

behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that shit
getting' 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 for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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