Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

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

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I off when they unlock me
of what happens to niggaz shock 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
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest that say
and zero
Had a defaced, hopin one day, police 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 other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my hand

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

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

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 career
Yo, I can hear comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him
Somebody stomped him out, his was achin
He me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt
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, next man's
What the 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 so fast
I didn't he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is
Now I'm happy, until I somebody else grab me
Damn!