Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya
We the best nigga, we 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 alone wit my hand on Mac 10
Schemin' on you

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

Just ride through his and when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the and dump my gun
You neva been do it so you scared 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 it in interrogation rooms
I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
to my lawyer, shit

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

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

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

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

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

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 even you niggaz, I'ma find you

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

And you could beg me to stop but I just
Puttin' on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
Ain't no
Coulda, shoulda, woulda back, you too hasty

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what I'm 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 poppin' for you
I give 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, right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

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