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 what the they want
Sell me, me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun,
like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe shit...
up... (word up)

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

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin heart to follow me
Placin in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest say
and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police 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 next time the is on
I make myself jam right in my 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, crippled your
I you power
I made you wild

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

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things 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 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, the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him
Somebody stomped him out, his was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin memories
But this time, it's done
He me outside, saw this 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 newer me in better shape, he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so
I didn't he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt else grab me
Damn!