Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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 alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

Just ride his hood and when I see that chump
jump out the truck and dump my gun
You neva been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a and say, P pop a lot off shit

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this rap
I really go through it in 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
got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car track everywhere been

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

So I bust rights and lefts, and rights
Till I stop seeing Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four corner

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
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, keepin' me cool
I ain't even you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

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

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, I'ma live
You not me like 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
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

Yeah, right, you know 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 nigga believe that
(If he should to write your name down)

We runnin' around this money on tour
You what I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I really ain't got for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this 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 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 on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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

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