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 this time behind enemy
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
You want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma take I want
So you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
Many years on professional level
Why you question who's better?
The is still mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" across the belly, the of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like
To it back 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 football
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every word is like a blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the hearse
That to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the store
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 know the kid got his chipped tooth
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The return of the golden child, son of a 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 righteous
You judists I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy go lucky, of sambos
Call me son, with 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 record sto', never let me go, get my collection.

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