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 time 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 beef I hope ya ("got a gun")
And when I see you i'ma take what I
So you tried to front, hope ya ("got 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 this professional
Why would you who's better?
The world is mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" across the belly, the 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, teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all and I'm the black hearse
came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the store
try, many die, come at nas if you want a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I wasn't I must've escobar
You the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do through righteous steps
You judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all been all go lucky, bunch of sambos
me gods son, with my pants 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
This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
Stick shift sick up in that boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the
They don't know about the I'm on
And everybody wanna where 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 really how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge like that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am i? the back twister, lingerie
Automatic leg spreader, brain getter
Keepin' it gangsta ya