Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya
We the nigga, we back 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
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

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

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

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

Nowadays is hard to
Be careful where you that 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 what I say, they tappin' my cell
They wanna and peak inside of my home
I'm and it's not the weed
In my rear view these cars, they follow me

So I bust and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I stop seeing those headlights
Then I my block to make sure it's 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
on you niggaz

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

I be in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my for you
I ain't even my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find 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 those who me up

And you beg me to stop but I just keep
pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If that's it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the neighborhood
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

Yeah, that's right, you 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 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 really ain't got for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some

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

You betta stop, and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's
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 dude
(Yo, the P)
it that stingy mothafucka
With an asshole of money?