Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

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

How you like me now? I go
that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your
I gave you
I made you wild

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly
Fall down the eyes of these tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest 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 wanna be a gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the time the beef is on
I make jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw
Besides me it's bullets, two 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, rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm him shakin
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My creation was for blacks to blacks
gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, done intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the but I held on, it felt wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
Sick of the thugs, of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no
A me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My fell 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 felt somebody else me
Damn!