Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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

Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
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 what I
So you tried to front, hope ya ("got a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first had no famous guest appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
Many years on this level
Why would you who's better?
The world is mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" across the belly, the of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like
To take it to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and 2pac were soldiers of the same
You should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't stand for no
word is like a sawed-off blast
'cause all soft and I'm the black hearse
That came to haul ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
Many try, die, come at nas if you want 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 tooth
parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, of that vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, I do this through righteous steps
You judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of
Call me gods son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like pablo
This is dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my collection.

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