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, do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me
just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun,
It's I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't this shit...
up... (word up)

I some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me 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 keep me
Under car they sneak me in clubs
in the hands 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 four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill
But what I feel it never
I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a
Keep me full up with heads

How you me now? I go blaow
that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took first child
Scarred life, crippled your style
I you power
I made you buck

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

I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly
Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for
I've been used in robberies, niggaz heart to follow me
Placin in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, a grenade
Met a wrecked-up with 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 wanna be a gun
But yo I had some other plans, the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my hand

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

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

Yo, went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, rusty as clear
bout 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 his palm troubled him shakin
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My creation was for to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, niggaz memories
But this time, it's intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next grudge
What the other kid did was out, no doubt
A me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over
mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!