Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and boys wanna me
Her put her on me, him pull his gun on me
I won't let 'em get me I strapped
In case I stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm my magnums, in case I gotta blast 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 for my rings, chains and bracelet
He left and to take 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 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 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 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 bitch gon' 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

Shawn Jay known to rip a
You can bleed like I broke pen for with 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
bitches be wishin' they could spend a day in my presence
I'm plenty dough, I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in 'I Ain't Mad At Cha'

Now start 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 semi's and
Heat'll leave a enemy so

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

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 bleed, I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in the

Shit, I'll die for mine you gon' take it wit ease
You better go Jack for his cheese
You run up on me in my 745
You catch 7 shots my 45 heater

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

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

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 die in the streets

I got my, pistol on the side 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 bleed, I let it rip empty the clip
Run up die in the streets