Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
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' Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my on drugs
My bullet on run, flats late at the night
I'ma for Cuz

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

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

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

watch what I say, they tappin' 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
Till I stop those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my corner room

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

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

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

And you could beg me to stop but I keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
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 me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my 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 know how we do it
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

We runnin' around gettin' this on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I really got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this I got some time

You know 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 poppin' for you
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

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

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

Is this is it,
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that mothafucka
With an asshole full of