Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck want
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck want
Sell me, me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun,
like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe shit...
up... (word up)

I seen some nights and bloody days
grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song this day
My body is cold for real
I was made to kill, why they keep me concealed
Under car they sneak me in clubs
Been in the of mad thugs
feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up hollow heads

How you me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin ghetto foul
I might have took your first
Scarred your life, your style
I you power
I you buck wild

How you me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled style
I gave you
I made you buck

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin me in fear, stunningly tears
down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his that say
and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would
Where he came from, a name or some sort of to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my hand

How you like me now? I go
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto
I might have your first child
your life, crippled your style
I gave you
I made you buck

How you like me now? I go
It's that that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled style
I you power
I you buck wild

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
Still stuck in the shelf all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his troubled him shakin
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment been waitin
My creation was for blacks to blacks
It's like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But time, it's done intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt
Knowing niggaz is waiting in for 'im
He harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of of the, next man's grudge
the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the
My owner fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt else grab me
Damn!