Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a
Just use me for whatever the fuck they
I don't get to say
Just grab me, just do the fuck they want
me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a 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 and bloody days
They and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til day
My body is cold steel for
I was to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
car seats 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
call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many
to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be
A broken safety, place me in shelves
beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me up with hollow heads

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

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

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 happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called guys, for years
I've used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, 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, 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 some other plans, like the next the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's

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

How you me now? I go blaow
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 made you buck

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the 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 cryin
Cause he been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can somebody comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've waitin
My was for blacks to kill blacks
gats 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 the trigger 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
What the other kid did was out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, 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 over
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is
Now I'm happy, I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!