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 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 gon' have me layin' dead in my Chevy
I hard for my rings, chains and bracelet
He left and came to take it, brains
He red stains in pavement
His crane split slain he lay stiff, about it

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

I got my grip 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 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 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

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

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

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

Thirty feet with one eye squinted
You look like the man on the fuckin' Enemy logo
First start shit
Watch the tech spray a like a airbrush artist

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

Shit, I'll die for mine you gon' take it wit ease
You go Jack Monterey for his cheese
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 belts
When I shoot and blast I'm aimin' at cha head
To make sure you dead you better a bulletproof mask

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

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 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 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 bleed, I let it rip empty the clip
Run up die in the streets