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อัลบั้ม Blazin' Hip Hop & R & B

ศิลปิน Nas

26 มี.ค. 45

เนื้อเพลง Got Ur Self A...

 

"Woke up this mornin' you got yourself a gun you got yourself a gun"

Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines

So I got mine I hope you ("got yourself a gun")

You from the hood I hope you "got yourself a gun"

You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

You ain't real hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

My first album had no famous guest appearances

The outcome I'm was crowned the best lyricist

 

Many years on this professional level

Why would you question who's better

 

The World is still mine tattoos real

With "God's Son" across the belly the boss of rap

You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that

To take it back to Africa I did it with Biggie

Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle

You lames should huddle your teams shook y'all feel

The wrath of a killer 'cause this is my football field

Throwin' passes from a barrel shoulder pads apparel

But the Q B don't stand for no quarterback

 

Every word is like a sawed-off blast

'Cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse

That came to haul y'all a** in

It's for the hood by the corner store

Many try many die come at Nas if you want a war

 

I got mine I hope you ("got yourself a gun")

You from the hood I hope you "got yourself a gun"

You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

You ain't real hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

I'm the N the A to the S-I-R

And If I wasn't I must've been Escobar

You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed

Hair parted with a barbers preciseness

Bravehearted for life it's -

The return of the Golden Child son of a blues player

So who are you playa y'all awaited the true savior

Puffin' that tropical cups of that Vodka too

Papi chu' tore up wake up in a hospital

Throw up never 'member I do this through righteous steps

You Judists thought I was gone so in light of my death

Y'all been all happy go lucky bunch of sambos

Call me Gods Son with my pants low

I don't die slow put them rags up like Petey Pablo

This is Nasdaq dough in my Nascar with this Nas flow reppin'

Hit the record sto' never let me go get my whole collection

 

I got mine I hope you ("got yourself a gun")

You from the hood I hope you "got yourself a gun"

You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

You ain't real hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

It's - the - return of the Prince the boss

This is real hardcore Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft

Sip criss get chips wrist gliss I floss

Stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche

With the top cut off rich kids go and cop the source

They don't know about the blocks I'm on

And everybody wanna know where the kid live where he rest at

Where he shop at and dress at

Know he got dough where does he live

Is he still in the bridge

Does he really know how ill that he is

Got all of y'all watchin' my moves

My watch and my jewels

Hop in my coupe dodge interviews like that

It's not only my jewels ice anything plenty chains

Look at my tennis shoes I iced that

Who am I the back twister lingerie ripper

Automatic leg spreader quicker brain getter

Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya

 

I got mine I hope you ("got yourself a gun")

You from the hood I hope you "got yourself a gun"

You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

 

You ain't real hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

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