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

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

Just ride through his hood and when I see that
I'ma jump out the 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 much of gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

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

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

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, 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 hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, loadin' in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma you

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

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

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 me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

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

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

We runnin' around gettin' this money on
You what I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, weekend I got some time

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

You betta stop, drop and nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

I use to a AC and kept 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?