Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfiyah

[Verse 1: Dr.
Now there ever be a day that my niggas won't ride for me? For me?
Nah, nah, nah
And will ever be a day that your bitch won't slide with me? Homie?
Nah, nah, nah
And will it ever be a day that your hands ain't up when a on stage
I been rollin' up haze in the studio for days just to work for a
Now I'm on, fuckin' paid in this
Who got a hit just this? And got heart and rich like this?
Never failed, 20 years and he still got like this
And got kids with a hot bitch like this
You time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I'm on shit like...
I'm at on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to spit my clip, you get hit and divided

[Refrain: Dr.
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk it
Laid out the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back rings
What if we I never thought about it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred
Them say they ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
boy never worried me
[?] hundred
Nuh the police pon me
A hundred in these streets
Pussy boy, now I with weed

Dr. Dre]
Uh, kill shit, talk about it
Laid out with the around him
Came back as kings, came with rings
What if we fall? I thought about it, nigga

2: Dr. Dre]
How you C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga he could try to be
Uh, even though I'm from a where
Niggas got TECs, don't mean
Grew up 'round Blood niggas, real
Plus Crip niggas on the side of me
But I'm the only nigga that I ever to be
Winner never sins, you know niggas tired of me
Not to it if you want crap in your home
Where a nigga came from, my changed
'Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped
Lot of them ain't here, complain
to survive 9 to the 5
You ain't alive if you ain't not to die
The lower the low, the higher the
Do or you don't, you or you fly
I mean you or die, nigga

Dr. Dre]
Uh, shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the around him
back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my
a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few worth a hundred keys
Them say they ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy worried me
[?] streets
Nuh call the pon me
A keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I with weed