Luyện nghe bài hát I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they
I get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they
me, throw me away
Niggaz just give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
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 seen some cold nights and bloody
They and me bullets spray
use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me
Under car they sneak me in clubs
in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad
Seventeen precisely, one in my
They call me Desert Eagle, with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, harshly
Beat up and battered, they me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, me kill
But what I it never mattered
When I'm I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, place me in shelves
beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with heads

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

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

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the
The barrel is my dick,
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they me
Results of what happens to shock me
I see niggaz runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
Fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz to follow me
peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, a grenade
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, would place
Where he came from, a name or sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's

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

How you like me I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto
I might took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your
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 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, he's rusty as
He's to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the
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 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 pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt
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 man's
the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the
My owner fell to the floor, his wig so fast
I know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody grab me
Damn!