Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

I seen some cold nights and bloody
They and me bullets spray
use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold for real
I was made to kill, that's why they me concealed
Under car they sneak me in clubs
in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me they load me with mad slugs
precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been so many towns
to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But I feel it never mattered
I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in
Under beds, so I beg for my owner to be a thoroughbred
me full up with hollow heads

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

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when unlock me
of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for
I've been used in robberies, givin heart to follow me
Placin in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would
Where he from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun
But yo I had some plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my hand

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

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

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