Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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"woke up mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun"..

Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
So I got mine, I you ("got yourself a gun")
You the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
You beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you i'ma what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya ("got a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got a gun")

1]
My first album had no famous guest
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
Many years on professional level
Why you question who's better?
The world is still mine, real
With "god's son" the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like
To take it back to africa, I did it biggie
Me and 2pac were soldiers of the struggle
You lames huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football
passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every word is like a blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the hearse
That to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner
Many try, many die, come at nas if you a war.

2]
I'm the n the a to the
And if I wasn't I been escobar
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
Hair with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? never, I do this through righteous steps
You thought I was gone, so in light of my death
been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos
Call me gods son, with my low
I don't die slow, put them rags up like petey
is nasdaq dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', let me go, get my whole collection.

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It's - the - of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's
Sip criss, get chips, gliss, I floss
shift look sick up in that boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he at and dress at?
Know he got dough, does he live?
Is he still in the
Does he really know how ill he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced
Who am i? the twister, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg spreader, brain getter
Keepin' it wit' ya