Luyện nghe bài hát No Pistols

Yea mobster, let's ride on bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you

Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint ready to roll,
(Put down 45)
Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint to roll, niggard
(Got to let 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint ready to roll,
(Let's do a homicide)
ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you aint to roll, niggard
(You ready to ride)

Don't want to see you wit that five unless you gone ride
If I say you gone die, motherfucker, I get so
But you be
I think you fucking wit pistols 'cause they're fascinating

You aint gone do nothing When you get through fronting
Niggas that I know know you ain't gone shot nothing
End up at the gates when they test you
Got a face but what you know about a 38 special, shit

And I know hard words make you jump
But ya heart worth when you make the barb pump, bitch
And them shorties at you like a punk bitch
'Cause you aint what you claim ain't gon bump click

And my pry when you hear them bullets
When shorties come and ride on em
When the pistols clack

If you still alive will you really get the
If you got 45 on you
Tell bitches get back

Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint to roll, niggard
(Put that 45)
Don't to see you wit no pistols
If you aint ready to roll,
(Got to let 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint ready to roll,
(Let's do a homicide)
ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you aint ready to roll,
(You ready to ride)

Once upon a in the chi
There were three real killers who guns and puff fi
copped weight by the key and backed up every gram
And ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand

I'm preaching murder like a vicious
About niggas who claim they shooting but seen three 57's
Now what would u hold it fa
Put the pistol down, nigga, pick that up, roll it up

Twist up the lie, you don't won die
ya blood clot lying, ya bullets don't fly
V aim smooth like Vidal Sason
I keep the smith and Weston wit me I'm black moon

up the living room, stomped through the kitchen
Knocked off that nigga in the shitting and pissing
What you shaking for, I you said you ready to ride
Don't be wit me if you said you strapped because I

Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint ready to roll,
(Put down 45)
Don't to see you wit no pistols
If you ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let 40 ride)

Don't to see you wit no pistols
If you aint to roll, niggard
(Let's do a homicide)
ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you aint ready to roll,
(You ain't to ride)

I a P 95 nine milli ruga
You fucking wit a shooter to bloody ya suit up
My aim impeccable, point a decibel
300 foot away in a tower the festival

What you know 9's
And glock 40's and 45's AR wit the 5 pound slide
30 shot clips snub, noses wit the rubber
tex would put the kiss of death on ya lovers lips

It's M.O.B nigga , we quick to squeeze,
AK-47's making them bitches retrieve,
Like a G nigga, I make 'em bleed,
Come at me wrong and I'm busting that's on my seed,

My poor chest is filled of and tec's
Ski mask gloves and vets so what's next, nigga
It's tugging you a bitch to the bone
If you ain't gone do nothing, shorty, leave pistols alone

Don't to see you wit no pistols
If you aint to roll, niggard
(Put that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no
If you aint ready to roll,
(Got to let 40 ride)

want to see you wit no pistols
If you aint ready to roll,
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever to see you wit no pistols
If you aint to roll, niggard
(You ain't to ride)