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 hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got a gun")
You ain't real, ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous guest
the outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
many years on professional level
why would you question better?
the World is mine, tattoos real
"God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like
to take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
the of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no
every is like a sawed-off blast
'cause all soft and I'm the black hearse
that came to haul 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 know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted with a barbers
Bravehearted for life, -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a player
so who are you playa? y'all awaited the true
puffin' that tropical, of that Vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
up? never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
you thought I was gone, so in light of my death
been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
call me Son, with my pants low
I don't die slow, put them up like Petey Pablo
this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar this 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 and Limp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
stick look sick up in that boxed up Porsche
with the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
they don't know about the I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid live, he rest at?
where he shop at and at?
know he got dough, where does he
is he still in the
does he really how ill that he is?
got all of y'all my moves
my and my jewels
hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am I? the back twister, ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta ya