Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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"woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in this time enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got a gun"
You want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma take I want
So you tried to front, hope ya ("got a gun")
You ain't real, ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
Many on this professional level
Why you question who's better?
The world is still mine, real
With "god's son" 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 2pac soldiers of the same struggle
You should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every is like a sawed-off blast
'cause all soft and I'm the black hearse
came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the store
Many try, many die, come at nas if you a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I wasn't I must've escobar
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted with a preciseness
for life, it's -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the savior
Puffin' that tropical, of that vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous
You judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
Y'all been all happy go lucky, of sambos
Call me son, with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them up like petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with this nas flow,
Hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the prince, the
This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift look sick up in boxed up porsche
the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
They know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna where the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he
Is he in the bridge?
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, lingerie
Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
Keepin' it gangsta ya