Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and wanna lick me
Her put her tongue on me, him 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 packin' my magnums, in case I gotta one

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

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

I got my pistol grip on the 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, empty the
Run up die in the streets

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

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

My say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin' could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' plenty dough, I on cloud nine
2Pac 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
leave a enemy so cold

Thirty away with one eye squinted
You like the man on the fuckin' Public Enemy logo
First start shit
Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush

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

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

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

It's no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul food like sneaker
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 like a nerd in a science fair
Hang around projects, buck, I stop by

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 squeezin' on my
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 catch me slippin' 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