Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

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

Just ride through his and when I see that chump
jump out the truck and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you of that kinda 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 crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

Nowadays is hard to
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 I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and not the weed
In my rear view mirror these cars, follow me

So I bust rights and lefts, and rights
Till I stop seeing Impala headlights
I circle my block to make 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 alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm
(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 work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

You betta stop, drop and roll
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

Is is it, baby?
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it stingy mothafucka
With an asshole of money?