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 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, on drugs
All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you

By myself in my four corner room Hard Boiled
I like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My proof on run, flats late at the night
I'ma 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 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 don't crack, nigga, I got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer,

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

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

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

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

I be alone in my hot ass
Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, 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 think it's gon' be a
Death comes to who wind me up

And you could beg me to stop but I just
Puttin' pressure on the trigger you fast asleep
Like a
(Son up)
no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too

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

I sit in my dirty ass room
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 wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
on you niggaz

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

You know what I'm sayin'? I might put some work in
(Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the we at

You betta stop, drop and roll
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, right
on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle

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

Is is it, baby?
Have you of a dude named?
(Yo, the P)
Isn't it stingy mothafucka
With an asshole full of