Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

I seen some cold nights and days
They and me bullets spray
They use me so I sing this song 'til this day
My is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in
Been in the of mad thugs
They feed me when load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, harshly
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it mattered
When I'm I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a
me full up with hollow heads

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my is the clip
The is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I off when they unlock me
Results of happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly
Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to me
peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
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 defaced, hopin one day, police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to him
Tired of murderin, made him be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the is on
I make jam right in my owner's hand

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

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

Yo, weeks by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw
Besides me it's bullets, two and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that 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 comin in, open the shelf
His bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him
stomped him out, his dome was achin
He me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to blacks
It's gats me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's intentionally
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it wrong
Knowing is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next 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 fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I didn't he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody grab me
Damn!