Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The in the business
Yea, it's about 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 alone in my ass room
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

By myself in my corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
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 out the truck and dump my gun
You ain't neva do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off

Too much of that music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I got none 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 under
That on star on your car everywhere you've been

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

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

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

I be in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip for you
I even wipin' 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 think it's be a fight
Death comes to who wind me up

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

I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and
(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
Starin' at candles, on drugs
All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

I sit alone in my dirty ass
Starin' at candles, high on
All alone wit my 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 plot on head nigga
(Oh, we comin')

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

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

You stop, drop and roll nigga
(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 stingy
an asshole full of money?