Luyện nghe bài hát Talk

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, grab the nine and
fake niggaz 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 than one that got the gold, grab the

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

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

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I don't care if you're a or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, of the hater
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role models is forced with the
Fuck sloths the the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

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

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

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz guns got low mileage
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 holla you're the to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

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

INC
We here motherfuckers