Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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 dirty ass
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sit alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high 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 sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

And you could beg me to stop but I just
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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')

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

We runnin' around gettin' money on tour
You what 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 sayin'? I might just put some in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at

You betta stop, 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 kept a Mac in the

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