Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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

Yo I'm livin' in this time enemy lines
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And I see you i'ma take what 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 the best lyricist
Many years on this level
Why would you question better?
The world is mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in with thoughts like that
To take it to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and 2pac were soldiers of the same
You lames huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, pads, apparel
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every word is a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the 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.

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

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