Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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 in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you could beg me to stop but I keep
pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

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

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

I sit alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high on drugs
All wit my hand 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 on your head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' believe that
(If he should happen to your name down)

We runnin' around this money on tour
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some

You what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come for you nigga
I don't a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

You betta stop, and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high 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 stingy
With an asshole full of