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 time behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
You beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma 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 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, real
With "god's son" the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with like that
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 wrath of a killer, 'cause is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
word is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all and I'm the black hearse
That came to haul ass in
It's for the 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 been escobar
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted 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
that tropical, cups of that vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through steps
You judists I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all go lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me gods son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like 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 - of the prince, the boss
is real 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, kids go and cop the source
They don't know the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he
Is he in the bridge?
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the twister, lingerie ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya