Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
Just use me for the fuck they want
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the they want
me, throw me away
Niggaz just give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's I'm a motherfuckin gun
I believe this shit...
up... (word up)

I seen some cold nights and bloody
They and me bullets spray
use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold 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
feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with
I'm seven four pounds, been through so many towns
to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me
But I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in
beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to shock me
I see bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was
I was laid in a shelf, a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest that say
and zero
Had a defaced, hopin one day, police would place
Where he came from, a or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a gun
But yo I had other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder
Yo, I can hear somebody in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was
He placed me on his waist, the moment been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill
It's gats 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 the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in for 'im
He squeezed harder, I budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of of the, next man's grudge
What the kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I didn't he was hit, it's over with
mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!