Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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

Yo I'm livin' in this time enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope you ("got 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 real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no guest appearances
The outcome, I'm was the best lyricist
Many years on this professional
Why would you question better?
The world is still mine, real
"god's son" across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly thoughts like that
To take it back to africa, I did it with
Me and were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause is my football field
passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every is like a sawed-off blast
y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
That to haul 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 wasn't I must've escobar
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
for life, it's -
The return of the child, son of a blues player
So who are you y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that 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
Y'all been all happy go lucky, of sambos
Call me gods son, with my low
I don't die slow, put them up like petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar 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, gliss, I floss
Stick look sick up in that boxed up porsche
the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
They don't know about the I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid live, he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, does he live?
Is he in the bridge?
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 only my jewels, ice anything, plenty
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am i? the back twister, lingerie
Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
Keepin' it gangsta ya