Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - Tech
If you you see
From a gun is somethin that'll get the heat on ya
when she's under the on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no wake an yappin when she's in a deep
If we share
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you swear to it (YES)
that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
SO your 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 of retarded
Cause you say stuff
And you an your woman break up
You funkin your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you that?
Can't believe you said
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 an lay your head back

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

[Verse 2 -
My for niggas is this
You can trust no chick
It don't matter how silky the hoe can yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the pussy gone get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these gone snitch
(SHiiit) I used to this bitch
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow
Climbin the bed
Feedin her dog
In love with the nine inch, so she steady me
Tells me she's leavin, I the reason
She know where the at, the lock box keys an
The floor safe
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 money she saw him countin in the room
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop
Shoots at the once, pops an drops dude

[Verse 3 - Tech
I can tell you what the is
People try to be
Tell his a lot of shit
An he he got a bottom bitch
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin you oughtta quit
When the heat comes the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it
How you wanna it?
I really get it
your woman the power to speak in a minute
Speakin a brotha wanna cover ya motha
with the but you the only one know I really did it
When it back then you feel low
Because everyone you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You for squealin an all you needed was a pillow
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Trech say
But the that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray
Never let no chick I hit get with that
Cause the day, she seein right through me
Got them on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up with these
Who be to these groupies
They them a little coochy
Then you blab an try to me
And it come back to me
So when I come through with an uzi
It aint like "Damn why'd he me?"
Usin the nueve name too