Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

I seen some cold nights and bloody
They grab and me spray
use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for
I was made to kill, why they keep me concealed
car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad
They feed me when load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill
But what I feel it mattered
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 next to be a thoroughbred
me full up with hollow heads

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

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

I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly
Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for
been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest 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 sort of person to him
of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the 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 moves makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your child
Scarred your life, crippled your
I you power
I made you buck

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

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw 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 to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody 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 me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
It's like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw 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 budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, of wrath of the, next man's 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 fell to the floor, his wig split so
I didn't know he was hit, it's over
mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!