Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - Tech
If you you see
a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya
when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
Don't no wake an when she's in a deep slumba
If we share
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the do you swear to keep it (YES)
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't leak it
SO when woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Pillow talkin get you 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 break up
You because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you that?
Can't believe you that
my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you take a nap
Fluff up your an lay your head back

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

[Verse 2 -
My advice for niggas is
You can never trust no
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 these hoes gone snitch
(SHiiit) I used to fuck this
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow
Climbin the bed
Feedin her dog
In with 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 combo
But this one ho, was this dudes bad news
on the front door
A man in a suit, a girl with a black tooth (??)
Get to the she saw him countin in the back room
But it end hear, the man with the cop suit
Shoots at the bitch once, an drops dude

[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 bitch
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin you oughtta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo is it
How you spit it?
I don't 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 come back then you low
Because everyone you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You known for 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 next day, she right through me
Got lenses on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up with rappers
Who be yappin to these
They flash them a little
you blab an try to reduce me
And it come back to me
So when I come through with an uzi
It like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the name too loosely