Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

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

I some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets
They use me so I sing this song 'til this day
My is cold steel for real
I was to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin
Beat up and battered, pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill
But what I it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself to be fired
A broken safety, place me in shelves
Under beds, so I beg for my next to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up hollow heads

How you me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every 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 that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto
I might have took your child
Scarred your life, your 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 what happens to shock me
I see niggaz bleedin from me in fear, stunningly tears
down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to me
peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up with numbers on his chest that say
and zero
Had a defaced, hopin one day, police would place
Where he from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam in my owner's hand

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

How you like me now? I go
It's that shit that moves makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first
your life, crippled your style
I you power
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 that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as
He's 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 stomped him out, his dome was
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 done
He me outside, saw this cat
me back, said, "Remember me?"
He the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's
the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he the chase
My owner to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, over with
mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else me
Damn!