Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya
We the nigga, we back nigga

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard
I like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet on run, flats late at the night
look for Cuz

Just ride through his hood and I see that chump
jump out the truck and dump my gun
You ain't neva do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a and say, P pop a lot off shit

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this rap
I really go through it in rooms
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
to my lawyer, shit

Nowadays is hard to
Be careful where you pull that trigger, got you on film
They got in the sky, we under surveillance
on star on your car track everywhere you've been

Gotta what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm and it's not the weed
In my rear view mirror these cars, they me

So I rights and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I seeing those Impala headlights
Then I my block to make sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four room

I sit alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

I be in my hot ass room
dope, loadin' bullets in my clip for you
I even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, find you

Eventually it happens like
At the club his boys, at the mall with his bitch
Nigga think gon' be a fight
comes to those who wind me up

And you could beg me to but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, nigga live
You not me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

Yeah, that's right, you how we do it nigga
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head
(Oh, we comin')

It's not a fuckin'
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' nigga believe
(If he should happen to write name down)

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some

You know what I'm sayin'? I just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at

You betta stop, drop and roll
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', on drugs, that's right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

I use to a AC and kept a Mac in the engine

Is this is it,
Have you heard of a dude
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an asshole of money?