Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and wanna lick me
Her put her on me, him pull his gun on me
I won't let 'em get me I stay
In case I gotta stick her and he try to me
So I'm my magnums, in case I gotta blast one

The only time I'm leakin' out my head is when I'm
You gon' have me layin' dead in my Chevy
I work hard for my rings, chains and
He left and to take it, brains eroded
He bled red in pavement
His split slain he lay stiff, think about it

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

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 on my strap
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip, empty the
Run up die in the streets

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

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

My achievement say I'm a
Ghetto be wishin' they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' plenty dough, I stay on cloud
Like 2Pac in 'I Mad At Cha' video

Now start with me I'ma ya click
The scope, I got the type you gargle and spit
It sit on top of the fifth small and 4-4s
leave a enemy so cold

Thirty feet away one eye squinted
You look like the man on the Public Enemy logo
First nigga start
Watch the tech a flame like 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 on my strap
Try me bleed, I let it rip empty the clip
Run up die in the streets

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

In my lap is where the kept
I ride strapped and I talkin' about no seat belts
When I pull shoot and blast I'm at cha head
To sure you dead you better wear a bulletproof mask

It's no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul like sneaker cleaner
I sell those pies, I tell no
Cookies same as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You don't know no dirt, I'll put a through the head
Of the horse of ya shirt like a nerd in a science fair
Hang around projects, buck, I stop by

I got my pistol grip on the of me
And ain't no bitch gon' catch me '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 empty the
Run up die in the streets

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 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