Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

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

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

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard
I like I'm crazy, my brain 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 jump out the and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off

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

Nowadays is hard to
Be where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
They got in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car everywhere you've been

Gotta watch what I say, tappin' my cell phone
They sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm and it's not the weed
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 to make sure it's smooth
I go upstairs to my four corner room

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

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

I be in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip for you
I ain't wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma you

Eventually it happens like
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 stop but I keep
Puttin' pressure on the 'til you fast asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
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, I'ma live
You not me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

I sit alone in my dirty ass
at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
on you niggaz

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

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

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

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

You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put 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 who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

You betta stop, drop and roll
(Uh, huh)
And on and poppin', high 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?
you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it stingy mothafucka
With an asshole full of