Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

ride through 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 of that kinda 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 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
got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car track everywhere 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 mirror these cars, they follow me

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

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 wit my hand 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 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 mall his bitch
Nigga think gon' be a fight
Death to those who wind me up

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

I'm so impulsive, I gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, nigga live
You not playin' me 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
at candles, high on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

Yeah, right, you know how we do it nigga
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head
(Oh, we comin')

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

We runnin' around gettin' this on tour
You know what I'm
(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 just put some 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, the fuck we at

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

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

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