Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, it's about time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we nigga

I sit alone in my ass room
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 wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

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

Too much of gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go it in interrogation rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
to my lawyer, shit

Nowadays is hard to
Be careful you pull that trigger, they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we under
That on star on car track everywhere you've been

Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell
wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and not the weed
In my rear view mirror these cars, follow me

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

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

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

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

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

And you could beg me to stop but I just
Puttin' pressure on the 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

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

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
at candles, high on drugs
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')

It's not a 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 what I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some

You know I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

You betta stop, and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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

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