Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a
Just use me for whatever the fuck they
I get to say shit
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,
It's 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
They use me wrong so I sing 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 of mad thugs
They feed me when they me with mad slugs
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
Under beds, so I beg for my next to be a thoroughbred
Keep me up with hollow heads

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

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

Always I'm in shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, one day, police would place
Where he came from, a name or some of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's

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

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

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and a nine
a grenade 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 fall to pieces, cause of his murder
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, 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 been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin memories
But this time, it's intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I on, it felt wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no
A me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner to the floor, his wig split so fast
I know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!