Luyện nghe bài hát Gunplay

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

Is it how my chain Tired of ma face
lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, than a rap
All you gettin' 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 what a
Hundred in da drum

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

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

My Maserati be da new
Got your girl panties wetter a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king
Last night I had tha bitch sittin' side

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

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

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

My nigga so street, my 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

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Inc
I erased, slip and slide, rainy in the mink
dead in her eye, it's da end of the road
In the purple means dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm leor
Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of that 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 to da blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new

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

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

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

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

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

Then get a nigga fired up behind sum
Fuck shit, ma don't 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 on the line
he got a couple nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, bring 'em on

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

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

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