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 under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
no wake an yappin when she's in a deep slumba
If we share
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you to keep it (YES)
Meaning that under heat you 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
up a lot and departed, it's nothin short of retarded
Cause when you say
And then you an your break up
You funkin because mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you spread
Can't you said that
Puttin my life in definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your pillow an lay your back

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

2 - Scarface]
My advice for niggas is
You can never no chick
It don't matter how silky the hoe can yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these gone snitch
(SHiiit) I to fuck 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 steady me
Tells me leavin, I know the reason
She know where the guns at, the box keys an
The safe combo
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad
Knock on the front
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 the cop suit
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an dude

[Verse 3 - N9ne]
I can you what the problem is
People try to be
Tell his woman a lot of
An he thinkiin he got a bottom
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow then you oughtta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, for the witness man yo broad is it
How you wanna it?
I don't get it
Givin your woman the power to in a minute
about a brotha wanna 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
Cause them 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 bein phony, so the tech
let no chick I hit get with that homie
Cause the day, she seein right through me
Got them lenses on me, an X-Ray
An I'm fed up these rappers
Who be yappin to groupies
They flash them a coochy
Then you an try to reduce me
And it always back to me
So when I come through with an uzi
It like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the name too loosely