Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, about that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we back

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

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

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Boiled
I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the
I'ma for Cuz

Just ride through his hood and I see that chump
I'ma jump out the and dump my gun
You neva been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off

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

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

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

So I bust and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I stop seeing those Impala
Then I circle my block to sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four corner

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

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

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

Eventually it like this
At the club with his boys, at the with his bitch
think it's gon' be a fight
Death to those who wind me up

And you beg me to stop but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' believe that
(If he should to write your name down)

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

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 poppin' for you nigga
I don't a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

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

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

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