Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

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

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

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

My Maserati be da new
Got your panties wetter than a pool party
I got her in the king size
night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side

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

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

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

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

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they in the mink
Look in her eye, it's da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm more dough

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

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

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
bags 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

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

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

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

Hiding behind money, hiding luxury
I see 'em up all that fuck shit
getting' ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a nuns, I told him
two koo, bring 'em on through

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 ready for the
Both 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' time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' bout