Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Have It

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

Don't be talkin' yo breath
'Cuz that might be the cause of death
'Cuz I'ma quick to stop a in his tracks main
So get this shit out in the open

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

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

Just then I some trouble kickin' in
Spotted her who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to when the liquors talkin'
Drunk step on my toe and kept on walkin'
I said, "What's up ya potna, say excuse me or somethin'"
He turned around looked at me and mean muggin'

I guess he thought he 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

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

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

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

I wish I had some weed
While I wait out these 24 hours before I plead
Freedom I'm miss ya
(I wish I had dice)
Made me some dice out of some water and tissue

Now this the part that's up
I walks into the manner room what the fuck
I never thought I would straight make, ah
The front of the newspaper

Shut up a do wop, up a do wop
Man 'bout to send me up state, ah
Talking that shit about me a muthafuckin' faggot
I make a outta plastic and let a nigga have it

That's what's goin' down
'Cuz when a down for the count
You be about it or be without it
what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep
Leave him sleep in the of the street
If you stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now I'm still in the face
Fighting funky ass 187 case
Shoot me a kite a good way to mingle
I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin'

big as a house- bulkin' up
400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep it up
My dream came true almost 2 years of incareration
Now I'm out drinkin' havin' fun with my folks
everybody gettin' twisted and crackin' jokes

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

I can't let 'em I'm stuck
I roast bitches but I'm not a peanut
Now I'm at the party, I wasn't
Dancin' with the dead niggas ass cousin

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

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

Muthafucka,