Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well bitch get you of the grind, nigga 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 more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

Real talk, the INC to run New York
'Cause there's no real left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 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 dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz 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 about these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
It's gun talk, better get used to it

bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab 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 more than one that 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 if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to with, straight out of the gutter
no introduction

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

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 going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

The the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I
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 working, in case I'm legal searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for your and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these niggaz guns got low mileage
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
This ain't business, it's personal, gun
I holla you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has lost of

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 going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

INC
We riding here