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 behind lines
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma take what I
So you to front, hope ya ("got yourself 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 professional level
Why you question who's better?
The world is still mine, real
"god's son" across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with like that
To take it to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and 2pac were of the same struggle
You should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every is like 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 tooth
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all the true savior
that tropical, cups of that vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
up? never, 'member 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 gods son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the prince, the
This is real hardcore, kid rock and bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift look sick up in that 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?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he
Is he still in the
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am i? the twister, lingerie ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya