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 behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And I see you i'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the best
Many years on this level
Why would you question better?
The world is mine, tattoos real
"god's son" across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts that
To take it back to africa, I did it biggie
Me and 2pac were of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your shook y'all feel
The of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the hearse
That to haul y'all ass in
for the hood by the corner 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 been
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
Hair with a barbers preciseness
for life, it's -
The return of the child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the 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
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 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 and limp bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift look sick up in that boxed up
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the
don't 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, does he live?
Is he still in the
he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all my moves
My and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the twister, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg spreader, brain getter
Keepin' it wit' ya