Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

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

gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss with the steak
Pink rose jay 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 house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new

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

You wanna go route, go there
I on this road before
(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' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't 'bout mine
thinkin' 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, chauffer plus in New Zeal through

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

line to young nigga, what 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 road 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 swingin' dat
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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