Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

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

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

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

[Verse 3 - Tech
I can tell you what the is
try to be monogomous
Tell his a lot of shit
An he thinkiin he got a bottom
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow 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
your woman the power to speak in a minute
Speakin about a brotha cover ya motha
the nina but you the only one know I really did it
When it come back then you low
Because know you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You known for squealin an all you was a pillow
I did the dirt, all by my lonely
Like say
But the that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray
Never let no chick I hit get that homie
Cause the next day, she 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 back to me
So when I come strapped with an uzi
It aint like "Damn he shoot me?"
Usin the name too loosely