Luyện nghe bài hát Talk

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

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

You
That fo' four that handle his
Like game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
gun talk, niggaz better 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 don't like the way going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I don't care if you're a or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm by the plot, product of the hater
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
no introduction

Our role models is forced with the
Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a
The witness and the polla, weed ganja
Load up the clip's and the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a food, I murder with real bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, grab the nine and
Well fake 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 more than one got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this 9 6, the oldies know
This 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 forgiveness and send up

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

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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, the calico

INC
We riding motherfuckers