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 enemy
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma what I want
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 professional level
Why would you who's better?
The world is still mine, tattoos
With "god's son" across the belly, the 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 teams shook feel
The wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. don't stand for no
Every word is like a blast
'cause y'all all and I'm the black hearse
That came to 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 I must've been 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 blues
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the savior
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 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 rags up like petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with this nas flow,
Hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.

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