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

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

Just ride through his hood and when I see chump
jump out the truck and dump 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 gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in rooms
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

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

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

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

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

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

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, loadin' in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, find you

Eventually it like this
At the with his boys, at the mall with his bitch
Nigga think gon' be a fight
Death comes to 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)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
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, that's right, you know how we do it
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and on your head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

We around gettin' this money on tour
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got time

You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put some 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 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', on drugs, that's right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

Is this is it,
Have you heard of a named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that stingy
an asshole full of money?