Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
Well niggaz 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 there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

You
That fo' four handle his business
Like game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about these
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this
It's gun talk, better get used 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 like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

Yeah, I don't if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the
The gauge and the glock, and I a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the still a gun
murder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I murder real bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga 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 going down, grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

Fucking niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their
I'll make you while I fuck the spouse
This business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to
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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding here