Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the they want
I don't get to say
Just grab me, just do what the they want
Sell me, throw me
just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun,
It's I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't this shit...
up... (word up)

I seen cold nights and bloody days
They and me bullets spray
They use me so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold for real
I was made to kill, that's why keep me concealed
Under car seats they me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad
They feed me when load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, with lead
I'm seven inches pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me
But what I it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be
A safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next to be a thoroughbred
me full up with hollow heads

How you like me now? I go
It's shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first
Scarred your life, crippled style
I gave you
I made you buck

How you like me I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin ghetto foul
I might have took your first
Scarred your life, crippled style
I gave you
I made you buck

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they me
Results of what happens to niggaz me
I see bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these tough guys, for years
I've used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech numbers on his chest that say
and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would
Where he came from, a name or some of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's

How you like me now? I go
It's that shit moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took first child
your life, crippled your style
I you power
I made you buck

How you like me now? I go
It's that shit that moves crowds makin ghetto foul
I might took your first child
Scarred your life, your style
I gave you
I made you buck

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw
me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as
bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, niggaz memories
But this time, done intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the
My fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!