Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

Bullet in my head, in my chest
Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a
Hundred rounds in da

Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your off
I'ma boss champagne with the
rose 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 wetter a pool party
I got her in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring

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

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

My so street, my swisha so sweet
All money on the table, how a nigga 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 rainy in the
Look dead in her eye, da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' dough

Smell the Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your
Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames the Boobi 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 brought I may buy me a new house

You go that route, go there
I on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(Yeah)
I'm for the win but ready 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 thinkin' time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' bout

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

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

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

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

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

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
Both on the tip on my finger
bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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