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 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 I see you i'ma take what I want
So you to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, 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, real
"god's son" across 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 were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your shook y'all feel
The of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every word is a sawed-off blast
'cause all soft and I'm the black hearse
That came to haul ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
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 the kid got his chipped 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? awaited the true savior
Puffin' tropical, cups of that vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, I do this through righteous steps
You judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
me gods son, with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up petey pablo
This is dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my collection.

3]
It's - the - of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, kid rock and bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift sick up in that boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, kids go and cop the source
They don't about the blocks I'm on
And wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he shop at and at?
Know he got dough, where he live?
Is he still in the
Does he really how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
Automatic leg spreader, brain getter
it gangsta wit' ya