Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
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, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

Just ride through his hood and when I see chump
I'ma out the truck and dump 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, this rap
I really go through it in interrogation
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
to my lawyer, shit

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

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

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

I sit alone in my ass room
at candles, high 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 on Mac 10 handle
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, it's me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, find you

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

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

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

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

I sit alone in my 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 head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

We runnin' around gettin' this money on
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, weekend 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 they forgot or somethin', I come 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', high on drugs, that's
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

Is is it, baby?
you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that stingy
With an asshole full of