Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and boys wanna me
Her put her on me, him pull his gun on me
I let 'em get me I stay strapped
In I gotta stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm my magnums, in case I gotta blast one

The only I'm leakin' out my head is when I'm sweatin'
You ain't gon' have me dead in my Chevy
I work hard for my rings, chains and
He left and came to take it, brains
He red stains in pavement
His crane split he lay stiff, think about it

Before you make that move be ya warning
It's ready to be like an orange
Bullets penetrate ya, bleed menstruation
I'ma out, more shells than in Run D.M.C.'s closet

I got my grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch catch me slippin' 'cause it ride wit me
I got my in my lap, I'm squeezin' on my strap
Try me bleed, I let it rip, empty the clip
Run up you'll die in the

I got my pistol on the side of me
And ain't no gon' catch me slippin' 'cause it ride wit me
I got my in my lap, I'm squeezin' on my strap
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip the clip
Run up die in the streets

Jay known to rip a instrumental
You can bleed I broke pen for dissen' with a pencil
Starvin' I paint a picture
Way I touch O's for me like a game of Twister

My say I'm a legend
bitches be wishin' they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' plenty dough, I stay on nine
2Pac in 'I Ain't Mad At Cha' video

Now start with me target ya click
The scope, I got ain't the type you gargle and
It sit on top of the small semi's and 4-4s
leave a enemy so cold

Thirty feet away one eye squinted
You look the man on the fuckin' Public Enemy logo
First nigga shit
Watch the tech spray a flame a airbrush artist

I got my grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon' catch me 'cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin' on my
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip empty the
Run up die in the streets

Shit, die for mine you ain't gon' take it wit ease
You better go Jack for his cheese
You run up on me in my 745
You 7 shots from my 45 heater

In my lap is where the heat's
I ride strapped and I ain't talkin' no seat belts
When I pull and blast I'm aimin' at cha head
To make sure you dead you wear a bulletproof mask

no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul food like sneaker cleaner
I sell those pies, I no lies
Cookies same size as eyes
You don't no dirt, I'll put a hole through the head
Of the horse of ya polo like a nerd in a science fair
Hang around projects, buck, when I by

I got my pistol on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon' catch me slippin' 'cause it wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm on my strap
Try me bleed, I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in the

I got my, grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin' it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm on my strap
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip the clip
Run up die in the streets