Luyện nghe bài hát Got Yourself a Gun

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

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

1]
My first album had no famous appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the lyricist
years on this professional level
Why you question who's better?
The is still mine, tattoos real
With "god's son" across the belly, the of rap
You saw me in with thoughts like that
To take it back to africa, I did it with
Me and 2pac soldiers of the same struggle
You lames huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, pads, apparel
But the q.b. don't for no quarterback
Every word is a sawed-off blast
'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black
That came to y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the store
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 must've been
You know the kid got his tooth fixed
parted with a barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, -
The of the golden child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the savior
Puffin' tropical, cups of that vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, up in a hospital
Throw up? never, I do this through righteous steps
You judists thought I was gone, so in of my death
Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of
Call me gods son, my pants low
I don't die slow, put rags up like petey pablo
This is dough, in my nascar with this nas flow, reppin'
Hit the sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.

3]
It's - the - of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, kid and limp bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I
Stick shift look sick up in boxed up porsche
With the top cut off, rich go and cop the source
They don't about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna where the kid live, where he rest at?
Where he shop at and at?
Know he got dough, does he live?
Is he in the bridge?
Does he really how ill that he is?
Got all of watchin' my moves
My watch and my
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews that
It's not my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I that
Who am i? the back twister, ripper
Automatic leg spreader, brain getter
it gangsta wit' ya