Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - Tech
If you you see
a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya
when she's under the sheets on the beautiful numba
Don't no wake an yappin when in a deep slumba
If we secret
And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you to keep it (YES)
Meaning under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
SO when your woman's in you're don't you dare speak it
talkin get you caught up an brought up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, nothin short of retarded
Cause you say stuff
And you an your woman break up
You because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you that?
Can't believe you that
my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you take a nap
Fluff up your an lay your head back

YOU
Be pillow
You
Don't be talkin (Don't say nothin)
YOU
Be talkin
You
be pillow talkin

[Verse 2 -
My advice for is this
You can never trust no
It don't matter how the hoe can stroke yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these hoes snitch
(SHiiit) I used to fuck this
Had a husband with dope money an I had his bunny
the bed post
Feedin her dog
In love with the inch, so she steady calls me
me she's leavin, I know the reason
She know the guns at, the lock box keys an
The safe combo
But this one ho, was this dudes bad news
Knock on the front
A man in a police suit, a girl a black tooth (??)
Get to the she saw him countin in the back room
But it doesn't end hear, the man the cop suit
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an dude

[Verse 3 - N9ne]
I can you what the problem is
try to be monogomous
Tell his a lot of shit
An he thinkiin he got a bitch
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're talkin then you oughtta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, for the witness man yo broad is it
How you spit it?
I really get it
Givin your woman the power to speak in a
Speakin about a brotha wanna cover ya
with the nina but you the only one know I did it
When it come back you feel low
Because know you aint real though
them beans you spillin
You for squealin an all you needed was a pillow
I shoulda did the dirt, all by my
Trech say
But the company you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray
Never let no chick I hit get with that
Cause the next day, she seein through me
Got them on me, like an X-Ray
An I'm fed up with these
Who be yappin to groupies
They them a little coochy
you blab an try to reduce me
And it always come to me
So when I come through strapped an uzi
It aint "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the nueve too loosely