Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a
Just use me for whatever the fuck want
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck want
Sell me, throw me
Niggaz just don't a fuck about a nigga like me right?
I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a gun
I can't this shit...
up... (word up)

I some 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, why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they me in clubs
Been in the of mad thugs
They me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, harshly
up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a
Keep me full up with hollow

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

How you like me now? I go
It's that 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

Always I'm in some shit, my is the clip
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my skin back and cock me, I off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz me
I see bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of so-called tough guys, for years
I've used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin in graves, funerals 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 defaced, hopin one day, police 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 other plans, like the next the beef 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 your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your
I you power
I you buck wild

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

Yo, weeks went by and I'm
stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me bullets, two vests and then 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
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was
He placed me on his waist, the I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill
It's like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's 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 didn't budge, sick of the
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 fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!