Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
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
Schemin' on you

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 room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my on drugs
My proof on run, flats late at the night
look for Cuz

Just 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 of that kinda shit
Hit me on a and say, P pop a lot off shit

Too much of gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in interrogation
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

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

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

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

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 ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my for you
I ain't wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

And you beg me to stop but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
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 I'ma
You not playin' me the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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 alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
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' believe that
(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 for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got time

You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
like 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 on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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

Is this is it,
you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an full of money?