Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit alone in my 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
at candles, high on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

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

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

Nowadays is hard to
Be careful you pull that trigger, they got you on film
got eyes 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 sneak and inside of my home
I'm paranoid and not the weed
In my view mirror these cars, they follow me

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

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

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

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

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

I'm so impulsive, I start 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 neighborhood
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

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

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

We runnin' around gettin' money on tour
You what I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got 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 come poppin' for you
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

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

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

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