Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

By myself in my four room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on
My proof on run, flats late at the night
I'ma for Cuz

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

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

Nowadays is to kill
Be careful where you pull 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 sneak and peak inside of my
I'm paranoid and it's not the
In my rear view mirror these cars, follow me

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

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

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

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

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

And you could beg me to 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 right in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If that's it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

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

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

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

You know I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come 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
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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

Is is it, baby?
you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that mothafucka
With an asshole full of