Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on
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 on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my for you
I ain't 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 with his bitch
Nigga think it's gon' be a
Death comes to who wind me up

And you could beg me to stop but I just
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too

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

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

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

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

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You what I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, weekend I got some 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 poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

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

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

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