Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Have It

I never stayed my ass home, I thought that I was grown
In the I was gone you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me? Then feel free

be talkin' under yo breath
'Cuz that might be the cause of death
'Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks
So let's get this shit out in the

I used to to go from the shoulders get 'em up, one on ones
Now it's a whole different game niggas that carry guns
A sucka kill you first and you will be layin' in the hurst
Takin' a deep ass knowin' it wasn't worth

Provin' you wasn't a punk, niggas don't want to
Niggas just want to and shot up a niggas trunk
I met a bitch last week at the Orgen
Bought her a drink and said, "Whats up on the room?"

Just I felt some trouble kickin' in
her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to baulkin' the liquors talkin'
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on
I said, "What's up with ya potna, say me or somethin'"
He turned around looked at me and mean muggin'

I guess he he pumped fear until I said
"Nigga don't you know have you touchin' everything in here"
He went for his and didn't know I was strapin'
Dag nab it, I had to let him it

What type of nigga did he you was E?
I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or
He must of been retarded to the that you get a thrill out of killin'
Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas
Till nigga commits himself to realize
That a hillside hillbilly is the wrong of nigga to fuck with?

E do you me? Yeah, I feel ya sahob
Well, let's take it to the next page
Oh, you mean that part the dungeon? You know

The morning, I'm sittin' in the dungeon-wonderin'
Should I be dissed, nope I did it in self
I twisted, I hadn't even started yet
It to fast before someone could stop me

I wish I had dank weed
While I wait out these 24 more hours before I
I'm gonna miss ya
(I wish I had dice)
Made me some dice out of some and toilet tissue

Now this the part fucked up
I into the dayroom manner room what the fuck
I thought that I would straight make, ah
The front page of the

up a do wop, shut up a do wop
Man they to send me up state, ah
that shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot
I make a shank outta and let a nigga have it

That's what's goin' down
'Cuz when a muthafuckas for the count
You gotta be about it or be it
'Cuz what a once told me see a mark sleep
Leave him in the middle of the street
If you stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now I'm still in the county's
Fighting funky ass 187 case
Shoot me a kite that's a way to mingle
I'll be in this bitch shit on the fuckin' shingle

Gettin' big as a bulkin' up
400 club waiting for the deep roll it up
My dream came true after 2 years of incareration
Now I'm out brew havin' fun with my folks
Lovin' everybody gettin' twisted and jokes

Huggin' cryin'
I missed every nigga in my click and I ain't
We bones out to a
I'm on but what can I say

I can't let 'em know I'm
I roast but I'm not a damn peanut
Now I'm at the party, I wasn't
Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass

I wonder if she my, my, my
The bitch lovin' me ever since Hogan High
She had some hard ass cousins wasn't wit it
They went out they way to make sure that I get it

But now is for kids silly rabbit
I had to let 'em have, muthafucka,

Muthafucka,