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 fuck want
me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a 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 believe shit...
up... (word up)

I seen cold nights and bloody days
grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this 'til this day
My body is cold for real
I was made to kill, that's why keep me concealed
car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad
They feed me when they load me with mad
precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with
I'm inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But what I it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be
A broken safety, place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow

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 you power
I you buck wild

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

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the
The barrel is my dick,
my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was
I was laid in a shelf, with a
Met a wrecked-up tech with on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would
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 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 shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might took your first child
your life, crippled your style
I gave you
I made you buck

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

Yo, went by and I'm surprised
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 that tech that cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, rusty as clear
bout 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 troubled him
Somebody him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment been waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the
Sick of the thugs, of wrath of the, next 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 to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt else grab me
Damn!