Luyện nghe bài hát Talk

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

talk, the INC about to run New York
'Cause there's no real left to hold the torch
Who gon' us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and drug
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death between a of inches

You
fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, reload and hit with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get to it

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I don't care if you're a criminal or a cop, or get shot
I'm by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
no introduction

Our models is forced with the hollows
sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The and the polla, weed twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
Morner, be mourners stay gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I murder with real

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

The the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The gauge is mine, that's all I
been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's
Keep it in them working, in I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch I fuck the spouse
This business, it's personal, gun talk
When I you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been of

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers