Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Myself A Gun

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"Woke up mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got
a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in this behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got a gun"
you want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got a gun")

1]
My first had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was the best lyricist
many on this professional level
why would you question better?
the is still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts that
to it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all
the wrath of a killer, 'cause is my football field
Throwin' from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no
every is like a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black
that came to y'all ass in
it's for the by the corner store
many try, many die, come at Nas if you a war.
get it bloody.

2]
I'm the N the A to the
and If I wasn't I must've Escobar
you the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair with a barbers preciseness
for life, it's -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a player
so who are you y'all awaited the true savior
puffin' tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous
you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my
y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of
call me Gods Son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like Pablo
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with Nas flow, reppin'
hit the record sto', never let me go, get my collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
stick shift look sick up in boxed up Porsche
with the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
don't know about the blocks I'm on
and everybody wanna where the kid live, where he rest at?
where he shop at and at?
know he got dough, does he live?
is he still in the
he really know how ill that he is?
got all of y'all watchin' my
my watch and my
hop in my coupe, dodge like that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am I? the back twister, lingerie
automatic leg spreader, quicker brain
keepin' it gangsta ya