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 the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no wake an yappin when in a deep slumba
If we share
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you swear to it (YES)
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't leak it
SO when your woman's in you're presence you dare speak it
Pillow talkin get you caught up an up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's short of retarded
Cause you say stuff
And you an your woman break up
You funkin because your wouldn't stay shut
How could you that?
Can't believe you that
Puttin my life in jeapordy it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your can make you take a dead nap
up your pillow an lay your head back

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

[Verse 2 -
My advice for is this
You can never no chick
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 bitches these hoes gone snitch
(SHiiit) I used to this bitch
Had a husband with money an I had his snow bunny
the bed post
Feedin her dog
In love with the nine inch, so she calls me
Tells me leavin, I know the reason
She know the guns at, the lock box keys an
The safe combo
But this one ho, was this dudes bad news
Knock on the front
A man in a police suit, a girl a black tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him countin in the back
But it doesn't end hear, the man the cop suit
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops

[Verse 3 - Tech
I can tell you the problem is
try to be monogomous
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 heat comes with the quickness, for the witness man yo broad is it
How you spit it?
I really get it
Givin your the power to speak in a minute
Speakin about a brotha wanna cover ya
the nina but you the only one know I really did it
When it back then you feel low
Because know you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You known for squealin an all you was a pillow
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Trech say
But the company that you keep end up phony, so the tech spray
Never let no chick I hit get with homie
the next day, she seein right through me
Got them lenses on me, like an
An I'm fed up with these
Who be yappin to these
They them a little coochy
Then you blab an try to me
And it always back to me
So when I through strapped with an uzi
It aint like "Damn why'd he me?"
Usin the nueve too loosely