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
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually it 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 beg me to stop but I just keep
pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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

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

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I really got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, weekend I got some time

You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at

You stop, drop and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, 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 full of money?