Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a
Just use me for whatever the fuck want
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga 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 grab and me bullets
They use me wrong so I this song 'til this day
My body is cold for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me
Under car seats sneak me in clubs
Been in the of mad thugs
They feed me when load me with mad slugs
precisely, one in my head
They call me Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, through so many towns
to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me
But what I feel it never
When I'm I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow

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

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz me
I see niggaz runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, niggaz heart to follow me
peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a tech with numbers on his chest that say
and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, would place
Where he came from, a name or 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 time the is on
I make jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

Yo, went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two 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 somebody 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 placed me on his waist, the moment I've been
My was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz
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
Knowing niggaz is waiting in for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
Sick of the thugs, of wrath of the, next man's grudge
the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so
I didn't he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt else grab me
Damn!