Luyện nghe bài hát Got Ur Self A...

Woke up mornin', (yeah)
You got a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy so

I got mine, I you (got yo'self a gun)
You the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
The outcome: I'm crowned the lyricist
Many on this professional level
Why would you question who's better? The world is still
real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts that
To take it back to Africa, I did it Biggie
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames should huddle, your team's
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads
But the Q.B. don't stand for no
Every is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh

Yo, I'm the N the A to the
And If I wasn't, I must've been
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's
So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true
Puffin' that tropical, cups of Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? Never, I do this through righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me "God's Son", my pants low
I don't die slow, put rags up like Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with Nas flow
the beat back, now it's all reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection, yo

It's, the, of the Prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, Kid and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip Cris', get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift, look up in that Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The
They don't know the blocks I'm on
And want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where he live? Is he still in the bridge?
he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am I? The back-twister,
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker
Keepin' it wit' ya, uh

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