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 like a nigga me
Well, somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma
Tellin' lies, getting 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, bullet in my
Yeah, they a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh a feelin'
rounds in da drum

Niggas gettin whacked, no for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your off
I'ma champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da

Brisco line, 2 niggas, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her
That's love, we go 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 in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' side

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

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

thinkin' 'bout 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
on my deal, it was over ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal

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

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

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

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

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

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat
Never seen a 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 fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't this
Who dat, who dat the curtain
I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz

Hiding behind money, hiding behind
I see 'em shootin' up all that shit
It's getting' ugly, got on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I him
two koo, bring 'em on through

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

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