Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they
I don't get to say
Just grab me, do what 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 like I'm a gun
I can't this shit...
up... (word up)

I seen some cold and bloody days
They and me bullets 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
Been in the hands of mad
They feed me when they load me with mad
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, with lead
I'm seven four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin
up and battered, they pull me out
I as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But I feel it never mattered
I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A safety, niggaz place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me up with hollow heads

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

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

I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a tech with numbers 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 sort of to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun
But yo I had some plans, like the next time the beef is on
I myself jam right in my owner's hand

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

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
Still stuck in the shelf 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 tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the
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 creation was for blacks to kill
gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is 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 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 with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody grab me
Damn!