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 hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
You want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma take I want
So you to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope 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 is still mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like
To take it to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and 2pac were of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook feel
The of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads,
But the q.b. stand 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 know the kid got his chipped tooth
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
for life, it's -
The return of the golden child, son of a player
So who are you y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous
You judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
Y'all all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me son, with my pants low
I die slow, put them rags up like petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with this nas flow,
Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my collection.

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It's - the - of the prince, the boss
This is hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift sick up in that boxed up porsche
the top cut off, rich kids 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, does he live?
Is he in the bridge?
Does he know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, lingerie
Automatic leg spreader, quicker getter
it gangsta wit' ya