Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, about that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we nigga

I sit in my dirty 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 alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

Just ride through his hood and when I see chump
I'ma jump out the and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that 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 through it in interrogation
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

Nowadays is hard to
Be where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
They got in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on 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 and it's not the weed
In my rear mirror these cars, they follow me

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

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

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

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

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

And you could beg me to stop but I keep
Puttin' pressure on the 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
Ain't no
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, I'ma live
You not playin' me the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

I sit alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my 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')

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' nigga believe
(If he should happen to write name down)

We runnin' around gettin' this on tour
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass
But um, weekend 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)
like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

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

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

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