Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well bitch 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 going down, grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

Real talk, the INC about to run New
'Cause there's no real niggaz left to the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's killers
Money laundering, tax evade and drug
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And and death 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 full niggaz, led
Leave dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking these bitches
And you they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get to it

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine 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 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, product of the
The and the glock, and I keep 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 fuck with, out of the gutter
With no

Our role is forced with the hollows
Fuck sloths the the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a food, I murder with real bombs

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 down, nigga 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 dope the E' the coke,
The gauge is mine, 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 legal
got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these niggaz touch
It's all violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
make you watch while 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 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 going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers