Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
at candles, high on drugs
All wit my hand 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

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

ride through his hood and when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck and my gun
You ain't neva 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 music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

Nowadays is to kill
Be where 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 what I say, they my cell phone
wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and it's not the
In my rear mirror these cars, they follow me

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

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 in my dirty ass room
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 ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me
I ain't even you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, right, you know how we do it nigga
(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 that
(If he should 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 for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some

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

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

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

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