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 the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you take what I want
So you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got a gun")

1]
My first album had no guest appearances
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" the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts that
To it back to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and 2pac soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all
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 like a sawed-off
y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
That came to y'all ass in
for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, at nas if you want a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I I must've been escobar
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The return of the golden child, son of a player
So who are you playa? awaited the true savior
that tropical, cups of that vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a
Throw up? never, 'member I do through righteous steps
You thought I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of
Call me son, with my pants low
I don't die slow, put rags up like petey pablo
This is dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
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 and limp bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift look up in that boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, kids 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?
Where he shop at and at?
he got dough, where does he live?
Is he still in the
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
Keepin' it wit' ya