Luyện nghe bài hát Talk

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

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

You
That fo' four handle his business
capital game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about these
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or
'Cause we done fucking these bitches
And you they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be stupid
gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
Well fake 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 got the gold, grab the calico

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

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck sloths the the fifth a holla
The and the polla, weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder with 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
Well if you don't the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

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

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 it's going down, grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

INC
We riding here