Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, it's about that time, ya
We the nigga, we back nigga

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

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard
I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My proof on run, flats late at the night
look 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 and say, P pop a lot off shit

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

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

Gotta what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and not the weed
In my rear view mirror these cars, they me

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

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

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

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

Eventually it like this
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his
Nigga think gon' be a fight
Death comes to those who me up

And you could beg me to but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep
a baby
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty

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 the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

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

not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' nigga believe
(If he should happen to write name down)

We around gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm
(Should he out)
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass
But um, this I got some 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 come for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at

You betta stop, and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10

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

Is this is it,
you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it that mothafucka
an asshole full of money?