Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

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

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

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

My Maserati be da new
Got your girl panties wetter than a 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 gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm for the win but ready for the loss
Both 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
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' dying

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

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

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

You wanna go 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)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

don't get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want
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 torch on the
Said he got a nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, 'em on through

You wanna go route, go there
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 dat iron
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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