Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
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 wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

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

Just ride through his hood and when I see that
I'ma out the truck 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 gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go it in interrogation rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
to my lawyer, shit

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

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

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

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

I sit alone in my 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
Smokin' dope, loadin' in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma you

Eventually it like this
At the club with his boys, at the with his bitch
Nigga it's gon' be a fight
comes to those who wind me up

And you could beg me to but I just keep
Puttin' on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
a baby
(Son up)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, nigga 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
Schemin' on you

I sit in my dirty ass room
at candles, high 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 and plot on your head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

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

You what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

You betta stop, drop and roll
(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 is it, baby?
Have you heard of a dude
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that stingy
With an full of money?