Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - Tech
If you you see
a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya
when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
Don't no wake an yappin she's in a deep slumba
If we share
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you to keep it (YES)
Meaning under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
SO when woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Pillow get you caught up an brought up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin short of
Cause when you say
And then you an woman break up
You funkin because your mouth wouldn't stay
How you spread that?
Can't you said that
Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you your lady can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your pillow an lay your back

YOU
Be pillow
You
be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin)
YOU
Be pillow
You
Don't be talkin

2 - Scarface]
My advice for niggas is
You can never trust no
It don't matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo
It don't matter how slimy the hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these these hoes gone snitch
(SHiiit) I used to this bitch
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow
the bed post
Feedin her dog
In with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
me she's leavin, I know the reason
She know the guns at, the lock box keys an
The floor combo
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad
Knock on the front
A man in a police suit, a girl with a tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him in the back room
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop
at the bitch once, pops an drops dude

[Verse 3 - Tech
I can tell you what the is
People try to be
Tell his woman a lot of
An he thinkiin he got a bottom
Stop the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit
When the comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it
How you spit it?
I really get it
Givin your woman the power to in a minute
Speakin about a wanna cover ya motha
the nina but you the only one know I really did it
When it come back then you low
Because everyone you aint real though
Cause them you spillin
You known for squealin an all you was a pillow
I did the dirt, all by my lonely
Trech say
But the that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray
let no chick I hit get with that homie
Cause the day, she seein right through me
Got them on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up these rappers
Who be yappin to these
They flash a little coochy
Then you an try to reduce me
And it come back to me
So when I come strapped with an uzi
It like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the nueve name too