Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

Is it how my chain Tired of ma face
lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, than a rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones

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

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, 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 her to da new house

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

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

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

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

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

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Murder 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 more dough

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

Brisco line to young nigga, it do
Said he gotta kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go to da blue house
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 gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)
I'm for the win but ready for the loss
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' time
Ain't thinkin' mine
Ain't thinkin' bout

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

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat
Never a laptop in da projects nigga
powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and buyin' it, if they coppin' or fryin' it

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

behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all fuck shit
It's getting' ugly, got torch on the
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 for the win but ready for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger
Yellin' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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