Luyện nghe bài hát Mac 10 Handle

The best in the
Yea, it's that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we 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, high on
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

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

ride through his hood and when I see that 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 song and say, P pop a lot off

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

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

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

So I bust rights and lefts, and rights
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 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
at candles, high on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

I be alone in my hot ass
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, find you

Eventually it happens this
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his
Nigga it's gon' be a fight
comes to those 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)
no maybe
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 me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)

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

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

It's not a fuckin'
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' nigga that
(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 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 like they or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at

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

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

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