Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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"woke up this mornin', you got a gun, you got yourself a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in this behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope you ("got a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got a gun"
You want I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you take what I want
So you tried to front, ya ("got yourself a gun")
You real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

1]
My first had no famous guest appearances
The outcome, I'm was the best lyricist
Many on this professional level
Why would you question who's
The world is still mine, real
With "god's son" across the belly, the of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like
To it back to africa, I did it with biggie
Me and were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all
The wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, pads, apparel
But the q.b. stand for no quarterback
Every word is like a blast
'cause all soft and I'm the black hearse
came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the by the corner store
try, many die, come at nas if you want a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I wasn't I been escobar
You know the kid got his chipped fixed
Hair parted a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The return of the golden child, son of a player
So who are you playa? y'all the true savior
Puffin' tropical, cups of that vodka too
chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital
Throw up? never, 'member I do this righteous steps
You judists I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all go lucky, bunch of sambos
me gods son, with my pants low
I die slow, put them rags up like petey pablo
This is nasdaq dough, in my with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - return of the prince, the
is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift sick up in that boxed up porsche
the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
They don't about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid live, he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where he live?
Is he still in the
Does he really know how ill he is?
Got all of y'all my moves
My and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, chains
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am i? the back twister, lingerie
leg spreader, quicker brain getter
Keepin' it wit' ya