Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit in my dirty 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 watchin' Hard Boiled
I like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats at the night
I'ma for Cuz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it happens like this
At the club with his boys, at the with his bitch
think it's gon' be a fight
Death to those 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)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

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

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

Is is it, baby?
Have you heard of a named?
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an asshole of money?