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 alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my 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 in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats at the night
I'ma for Cuz

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

Too much of that gangsta music, nah, reality rap
I go through it in interrogation rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya
to my lawyer, shit

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 everywhere you've been

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

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

I sit alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high on drugs
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
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me
I ain't sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

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

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 like the neighborhood
(Ayo, Mary)

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

I sit alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, on drugs
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 night and on your head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

We runnin' gettin' this money on tour
You know I'm sayin'?
(Should he out)
I ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got time

You know what I'm 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 a AC and kept a Mac in the engine

Is is it, baby?
Have you heard of a named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that mothafucka
With an asshole full of