Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say
Just grab me, just do what the they want
Sell me, throw me
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a 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 and bloody days
grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song this day
My is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in
Been in the hands of mad
feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with
I'm seven inches four pounds, through so many towns
Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me
But what I it never mattered
I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a
Keep me full up with hollow

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the of these so-called tough guys, for years
been used in robberies, givin niggaz 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 with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next the beef is on
I make myself jam in my owner's hand

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

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

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