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
grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, me away
Niggaz just don't give a about a nigga like me right?
I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a gun
I can't believe 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 'til day
My is cold steel for real
I was to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad
They feed me they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many
Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill
But what I it never mattered
When I'm I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up hollow heads

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the
The is my dick, uncircumcised
my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz 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, niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made I was sprayed
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 place
he came 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 other plans, like the next 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 have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled style
I you power
I made you buck

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

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder
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 me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, niggaz memories
But time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, man's grudge
the other 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, it's with
mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!