Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

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

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

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this rap
I go through 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 where you that trigger, they got you on film
got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car track everywhere you've

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

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

I sit alone in my 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 sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

And you beg me to stop but I just keep
Puttin' on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we nigga believe that
(If he should happen to write 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, weekend I got some time

You know what I'm I might just put some 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, where the we at

You stop, drop and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

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