Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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"woke up this mornin', you got a gun, you got yourself a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in time behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
You want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you take what I want
So you to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
Many years on this level
Why you question who's better?
The world is mine, tattoos real
"god's son" across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with like that
To take it back to africa, I did it with
Me and 2pac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames should huddle, your shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every word is a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black
That to haul y'all ass in
for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at nas if you a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I wasn't I been escobar
You the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair parted with a barbers
for life, it's -
The return of the child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through steps
You judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me gods son, with my low
I don't die slow, put rags up like petey pablo
This is dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift look sick up in boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, kids go and cop the source
They know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, does he live?
Is he still in the
he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like
not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
Keepin' it gangsta ya