Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Have It

I stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was grown
In the I was gone you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me? Then feel free

be talkin' under yo breath
'Cuz that might be the of your death
'Cuz I'ma to stop a nigga in his tracks main
So get this shit out in the open

I used to like to go from the get 'em up, one on ones
Now it's a different ball game niggas that carry guns
A sucka will kill you first and you will be in the hurst
Takin' a deep ass sleep it wasn't worth

Provin' you wasn't a punk, don't want to thump
Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas
I met a bitch last week at the Room
her a drink and said, "Whats up on the telly room?"

Just then I felt some trouble in
Spotted her X-boyfriend who had got out the pen
get to baulkin' when the liquors talkin'
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on
I said, "What's up with ya potna, say me or somethin'"
He turned around at me and started mean muggin'

I guess he thought he pumped fear I said
"Nigga don't you know I'll have you everything in here"
He went for his pistol and know I was strapin'
Dag nab it, I had to let him it

What type of nigga did he you was E?
I know he think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin'
He must of been retarded to the that you get a thrill out of killin'
Now tell me somethin' why do wait
Till that commits himself to realize
That a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to with?

E do you me? Yeah, I feel ya sahob
Well, let's take it to the page then
Oh, you mean that part about the You know

The next morning, I'm sittin' in the
I be dissed, nope I did it in self defense
I wasn't twisted, I even started yet
It happened to fast someone could stop me

I wish I had some weed
While I wait out these 24 hours before I plead
Freedom I'm miss ya
(I I had some dice)
Made me some dice out of some water and tissue

Now this the that's fucked up
I walks into the manner room what the fuck
I never thought I would straight make, ah
The page of the newspaper

Shut up a do wop, up a do wop
Man they 'bout to me up state, ah
Talking shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot
I make a shank outta and let a nigga have it

That's what's really goin'
'Cuz a muthafuckas down for the count
You gotta be about it or be it
'Cuz what a muthafucka once me see a mark sleep
him sleep in the middle of the street
If you stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now I'm in the county's face
Fighting this funky ass 187
me a kite that's a good way to mingle
I'll be in this eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle

big as a house- bulkin' up
400 club waiting for the Mercedes roll it up
My dream true after almost 2 years of incareration
Now I'm out drinkin' havin' fun with my folks
Lovin' gettin' twisted and crackin' jokes

Huggin' anybody
I missed nigga in my click and I ain't lyin'
We out to a party
I'm on but what can I say

I can't let 'em I'm stuck
I bitches but I'm not a damn peanut
Now I'm at the party, thought I
Dancin' with the niggas fine ass cousin

I wonder if she my, my, my
The been lovin' me ever since Hogan High
She had some hard ass cousins wasn't wit it
They went out they way to make sure I didn't get it

But now tricks is for kids silly
I had to let 'em have, muthafucka,

Muthafucka,