Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives up and raped
Similar to da mob, than 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'
Hundred rounds in da

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

Brisco line, 2 young niggas, it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her
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 girl panties wetter than a pool
I got her in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring

You wanna go that route, go
I been on this 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 swingin' dat
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't bout 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 plus home in New through

Beat the case Gotti, we the Trill 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 dat I'm getting' more dough

the Christian Dior, I used to be poor
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 couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue
And if he brought I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go
I been on road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you gunplay
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

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

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

You go that 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 on the tip on my finger
Yellin' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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