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 time behind lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got 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 I'ma take what I
so you to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
many on this professional level
why would you question who's
the is still mine, tattoos real
with "God's Son" across the belly, the of rap
you saw me in Belly thoughts like that
to take it to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams y'all feel
the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, pads, apparel
but the Q.B. stand for no quarterback
every word is like a sawed-off
'cause y'all all and I'm the black hearse
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 been
you know the kid got his chipped tooth
parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues
so who are you playa? awaited the true savior
puffin' that tropical, of that Vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, I do this through righteous steps
you Judists thought I was gone, so in 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', let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the
this is hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp 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
they know about the blocks I'm on
and everybody wanna know where the kid live, he rest at?
he shop at and dress at?
know he got dough, where he live?
is he still in the
does he really how ill that he is?
got all of watchin' my moves
my and my jewels
hop in my coupe, interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am I? the twister, lingerie ripper
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
keepin' it gangsta ya