Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

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

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

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, reality rap
I really go it in interrogation rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
to my lawyer, shit

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

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

So I bust and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I stop seeing those Impala
Then I circle my block to make sure 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, you 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' nigga believe
(If he happen to write your name down)

We runnin' around gettin' this on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I really got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got time

You know I'm sayin'? 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 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 on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

Is is it, baby?
Have you heard of a dude
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that mothafucka
an asshole full of money?