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 behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got a gun"
You want beef I hope ya ("got 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")

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My first album had no famous guest
The outcome, I'm was the best lyricist
Many on this professional level
Why you question 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 were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook feel
The of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't stand for no
Every word is like a blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black
That 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 the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair with a barbers preciseness
for life, it's -
The return of the golden child, son of a player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the true
Puffin' 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 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
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with 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, gliss, I floss
shift look sick up in that boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the
don't know about the blocks I'm on
And wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he shop at and 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 watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya