Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for the fuck they want
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me
Niggaz just don't 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 believe this shit...
up... (word up)

I seen cold nights and bloody days
grab and me bullets spray
They use me so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why keep me concealed
Under car they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad
They me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, with lead
I'm inches four pounds, been 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 empty I'm quiet, findin myself to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with heads

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

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, 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 made I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, would place
Where he came from, a name or some 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 in my owner's hand

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

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

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his career
Yo, I can somebody comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm him shakin
Somebody him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, done intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I budge, sick 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 lead the
My owner fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over
Heard mad screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!