Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, my money
where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's somethin' I see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma
lies, getting 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, they my success
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 with the steak
Pink jay sittin' ace by da case

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna go route, go there
I been on this before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(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)
I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)

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

Nigga how I'm livin', damn dying
For every I get, fuck they know 'bout that
I aint put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I a nigga shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you a threat nigga
Never seen a laptop in da nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, them comics
Convicts and buyin' it, if they coppin' or fryin' it

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

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

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

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
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' time
Ain't 'bout mine
thinkin' bout dying