Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
If you you see
From a gun this is somethin get the heat on ya
when she's under the sheets on the sleep numba
Don't no wake an yappin when in a deep slumba
If we secret
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you to keep it (YES)
Meaning that heat you wouldn't nare leak it
SO when your woman's in you're don't you dare speak it
Pillow talkin get you up an brought up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin short of
Cause you say stuff
And then you an your break up
You funkin because your mouth stay shut
How could you spread
Can't you said that
Puttin my in jeapordy 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 talkin (Don't say nothin)
YOU
Be pillow
You
Don't be talkin

[Verse 2 -
My advice for is this
You can trust no chick
It matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick
It don't matter how the pussy hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these these hoes gone snitch
(SHiiit) I used to fuck bitch
Had a husband with dope money an I had his bunny
Climbin the bed
her dog meat
In with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
Tells me she's leavin, I the reason
She know where the guns at, the box keys an
The safe combo
But this here one ho, was dudes bad news
Knock on the door
A man in a police suit, a girl a black tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him in the back room
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops

[Verse 3 - N9ne]
I can tell you the problem is
People try to be
Tell his woman a lot of
An he thinkiin he got a bitch
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you quit
When the heat with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it
How you wanna it?
I really get it
Givin your woman the power to speak in a
about a brotha wanna cover ya motha
with the nina but you the only one I really did it
it come back then you feel low
Because everyone know you aint real
them beans you spillin
You known for squealin an all you was a pillow
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Like say
But the company that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech
let no chick I hit get with that homie
Cause the next day, she right through me
Got lenses on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up these rappers
Who be yappin to groupies
flash 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 like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
the nueve name too loosely