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 the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you take what I want
so you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first album had no guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
many years on this professional
why you question who's better?
the is still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" the belly, the boss of rap
you saw me in Belly with thoughts like
to it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same
You lames should huddle, your teams shook feel
the wrath of a killer, this is my football field
passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
but the Q.B. don't stand for no
word 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 hood by the corner
many try, die, come at Nas if you want 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 tooth
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues
so who are you playa? y'all the true savior
puffin' tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do this through steps
you Judists I was gone, so in light of my death
y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of
call me Gods Son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put them up like Petey Pablo
this is dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin'
hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - of the Prince, the boss
this is real hardcore, Kid and Limp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
shift look sick up in that boxed up Porsche
with the top cut off, kids go and cop the source
they don't know about the I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he at?
where he at and dress at?
know he got dough, does he live?
is he in the bridge?
does he know how ill that he is?
got all of watchin' my moves
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 twister, lingerie ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta ya