Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow Talkin'

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
If you you see
From a gun this is that'll get the heat on ya
when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
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 that under heat you wouldn't leak it
SO when your woman's in you're presence you dare speak it
Pillow talkin get you caught up an up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin of retarded
Cause when you say
And you an your woman break up
You funkin because your mouth wouldn't shut
How could you spread
Can't believe you that
Puttin my life in definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you your lady can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your an lay your head back

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

2 - Scarface]
My for niggas is this
You can never no chick
It don't matter how the hoe can stroke yo dick
It matter how slimy the pussy hole gone get
If a nigga talks to these bitches these gone 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 nine inch, so she calls me
me she's leavin, I know the reason
She know where the guns at, the box keys an
The floor safe
But this here one ho, was this bad news
Knock on the door
A man in a police suit, a girl with a tooth (??)
Get to the money she saw him in the back room
But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop
Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops

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