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
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

By myself in my four corner 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 ride through his hood and I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck and my gun
You ain't been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a and say, P pop a lot off shit

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

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

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

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

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
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I be in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope, loadin' in my clip for you
I ain't even 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 mall with his
Nigga think it's gon' be a
Death comes to who wind me up

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

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, 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 alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

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

Yeah, right, you know 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' nigga that
(If he happen to write your name down)

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

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 or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

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

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

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