Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

I'm at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets a nigga crossin' me
Well, that's I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? of ma face
Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives up and raped
to da mob, deeper than a rap
All you niggas robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, in my chest
Yeah, want a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh a feelin'
Hundred in da drum

Niggas whacked, no sympathy for the soft
snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'ma boss champagne the steak
Pink jay sittin' ace by da case

line, 2 young niggas, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he bring her through
That's love, we go to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new

My be da new body
Got your girl wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring

You go that route, go there
I on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you gunplay
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout
Ain't thinkin' bout

My so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a nigga sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal

the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the
Look in her eye, it's da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be
When you cross lines, boy, I'm your leor
Boobi Boys steal, Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga, it do
Said he gotta couple and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to da blue
And if he enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go route, go there
I been on road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(Yeah)
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the
Both bags on the tip on my

bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm swingin' dat
(Dat iron)

Ain't 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' mine
thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how I'm livin', near dying
For every digit I get, fuck they know that
I aint never put on the line, just shit in they rhyme
I shoot a shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you a threat nigga
Never seen a laptop in da projects
powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts and it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma nigga want this
Who dat, who dat the curtain
I'll 'em, wizard of oz niggas

behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck
It's getting' ugly, got torch on the
Said he got a couple nuns, I him
Grab two koo, bring 'em on

You wanna go route, go there
I been on road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know
(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but for the loss
Both on the tip on my finger
Yellin' it, I'm swingin' dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I'm dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' time
thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't bout dying