Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

I seen some cold nights and bloody
They and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing song 'til this day
My is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, why they keep me concealed
Under car seats sneak me in clubs
Been in the of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad
precisely, one in my head
They me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it mattered
I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin 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 hollow heads

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

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

I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals 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
he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, the next time the beef is on
I myself jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

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 in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as
He's bout to to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I his palm troubled him shakin
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been
My creation was for to kill blacks
It's gats like me 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 but I held on, it felt wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no
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
Heard mad screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt else grab me
Damn!