Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, it's about time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we nigga

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
at candles, high 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 proof on run, flats late at the night
I'ma for Cuz

Just ride through his hood and when I see chump
I'ma jump out the and dump my gun
You ain't been 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 go through it in interrogation rooms
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
to my lawyer, shit

Nowadays is to kill
Be careful where you pull trigger, they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we under
That on star on your car track everywhere been

Gotta watch what I say, they my cell phone
wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and not the weed
In my rear view mirror cars, they follow me

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

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

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

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 even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what I'm I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you
I give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

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

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

Is this is it,
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that stingy
an asshole full of money?