Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
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 room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my on drugs
My bullet proof on run, late at the night
look for Cuz

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

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this rap
I really go 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 that trigger, they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we under
That on star on your car track everywhere you've

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what I'm sayin'? I might 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 give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at

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

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

Is is it, baby?
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an full of money?