Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
If you you see
a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya
when under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
no wake an yappin when she's in a deep slumba
If we share
And the scare, was to one of us gettin the chair do you swear to keep it (YES)
Meaning that 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 short of retarded
Cause you say stuff
And then you an your break up
You funkin because your mouth wouldn't stay
How you spread that?
Can't believe you that
Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you a dead nap
up your pillow an lay your head back

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

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

[Verse 3 - N9ne]
I can you what the problem is
People try to be
Tell his woman a lot of
An he he got a bottom bitch
Stop with the talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, for the witness man yo broad is it
How you spit it?
I don't get it
Givin your woman the power to in a minute
Speakin about a brotha wanna cover ya
with the nina but you the one know I really did it
When it come back then you low
Because everyone you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You known for squealin an all you needed was a
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Trech say
But the company that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech
Never let no I hit get with that homie
the next day, she seein right through me
Got them on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up these rappers
Who be to these groupies
They them a little coochy
Then you an try to reduce me
And it always come to me
So I come through strapped with an uzi
It aint "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the nueve name too