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 she's in a 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 nare leak it
SO when your woman's in presence don't you dare speak it
talkin get you caught up an brought up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's short of retarded
Cause when you say
And then you an your woman up
You funkin because mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you spread
Can't believe you said
Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds trap
What you tell lady can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your pillow an lay head back

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

[Verse 2 -
My advice for niggas is
You can never no chick
It don't how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the hole gone get
If a nigga talks to bitches these hoes gone snitch
(SHiiit) I to fuck this bitch
Had a husband with dope an I had his snow bunny
the bed post
Feedin her dog
In love the nine inch, so she steady calls me
me she's leavin, I know the reason
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 with a black tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him countin in the back
But it end hear, the man with the cop suit
at the bitch once, pops an drops dude

[Verse 3 - N9ne]
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 the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit
When the heat comes the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it
How you spit it?
I don't get it
Givin your the power to speak in a minute
Speakin about a brotha cover ya motha
with the nina but you the one know I really did it
When it come back you feel low
Because everyone know you aint 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 company that you 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 lenses on me, like an
An I'm fed up with these
Who be to these groupies
They flash a little coochy
Then you an try to reduce me
And it always back to me
So when I come through with an uzi
It aint like "Damn he shoot me?"
Usin the nueve name too