Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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

Yo I'm livin' in this behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got a gun"
You beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you 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 guest appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
years on this professional level
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 with like that
To take it back to africa, I did it with
Me and 2pac soldiers of the same struggle
You should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every word is like a blast
y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
That came to haul ass in
It's for the 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 been
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted with a barbers
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that 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
been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me gods son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put rags up like petey pablo
is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my 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 shift look sick up in boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
They don't know the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna 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 know how ill he is?
Got all of y'all my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
Automatic leg spreader, quicker getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya