Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do the fuck they want
me, throw me away
Niggaz don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun,
like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I believe this shit...
up... (word up)

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

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

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when unlock me
Results of what happens to shock me
I see niggaz runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
I've been in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, would place
he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the is on
I myself jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

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