Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

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

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

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

I got my grip on the side of me
And ain't no gon' catch me slippin' '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 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

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

My achievement say I'm a
Ghetto bitches be wishin' they spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' dough, I stay on cloud nine
Like in 'I Ain't Mad At Cha' video

Now start with me I'ma target ya
The scope, I got ain't the you gargle and spit
It sit on top of the fifth semi's and 4-4s
Heat'll leave a enemy so

Thirty feet away with one eye
You like the man on the fuckin' Public Enemy logo
nigga start 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 slippin' 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 you'll die in the

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

In my lap is where the kept
I ride and I ain't talkin' about no seat belts
When I pull shoot and I'm aimin' at cha head
To make sure you you better wear a bulletproof mask

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

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

I got my, pistol grip on the 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