Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, about that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we back

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

By myself in my four corner room Hard Boiled
I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet on run, flats late at the night
look for Cuz

Just ride through his hood and I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck and my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that kinda
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, reality rap
I really go it in interrogation rooms
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
to my lawyer, shit

Nowadays is hard to
Be careful where you that trigger, they got you on film
They got in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car track everywhere been

Gotta what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna and peak inside of my home
I'm and it's not the weed
In my view mirror these cars, they follow me

So I bust rights and lefts, and rights
Till I seeing those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four room

I sit alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip for you
I ain't wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma you

it happens like this
At the club with his boys, at the with his bitch
Nigga it's gon' be a fight
comes to those who wind me up

And you beg me to stop but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

Yeah, that's right, you how we do it nigga
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we nigga believe that
(If he should to write your name down)

We around gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass
But um, weekend I got some time

You what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

You stop, drop and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

I use to drive a AC and kept a Mac in the

Is this is it,
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an full of money?