Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, about 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
Schemin' on you

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

By in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on
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 neva been do it so you scared of that kinda
Hit me on a and say, P pop a lot off shit

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

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

So I bust rights and lefts, and rights
I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure smooth
I go upstairs to my four corner room

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

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip 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 like
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his
Nigga think it's be a fight
Death comes to those who me up

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

I'm so impulsive, I start right in front 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 ass room
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

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

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

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got 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, drop and roll
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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)
Isn't it stingy mothafucka
With an asshole of money?