Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I rights and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I stop those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four corner

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

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

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

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

And you could beg me to but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda 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, nigga live
You not playin' me the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

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')

It's not a game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' believe that
(If he happen to write your 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 might 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 who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

You stop, drop and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high on drugs, that's 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 named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that stingy
With an asshole of money?