Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Talk

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

talk, the INC about to run New York
'Cause there's no real left to hold the torch
Who gon' us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and drug
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a of inches

You
That fo' four that his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
them dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this
It's gun talk, niggaz get used to it

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

Yeah, I don't care if a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I a blade
I ain't if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep the fishes
red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The witness and the polla, weed ganja
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder real bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The gauge is mine, all I know
I've been doing since 9 6, the oldies know
tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, in case I'm searching
got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll make you watch I fuck the spouse
ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to
How many hoes, and how much blood has been of

bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers