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 I gotta stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm packin' my magnums, in case I gotta one

The time I'm leakin' out my head is when I'm sweatin'
You ain't gon' have me layin' dead in my
I work hard for my rings, and bracelet
He and came to take it, brains eroded
He bled red stains in
His crane split slain he lay stiff, about it

Before you make that this be ya warning
It's ready to be squeezed an orange
Bullets ya, bleed like menstruation
I'ma empty out, 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 heater in my lap, I'm squeezin' on my
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip, the clip
Run up you'll die in the

I got my pistol on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon' 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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul food like sneaker cleaner
I sell those pies, I tell no
Cookies size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You know no dirt, I'll put a hole through the head
Of the horse of ya polo shirt a nerd in a science fair
around projects, buck, when I stop by

I got my pistol grip on the of me
And no bitch 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 the clip
Run up you'll die in the

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 squeezin' on my
Try me you'll bleed, I let it rip the clip
Run up you'll die in the