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 only 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 and came to take it, brains eroded
He bled red stains in
His crane split slain he lay stiff, think it

Before you make that move this be ya
It's ready to be squeezed an orange
Bullets penetrate ya, bleed like
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 slippin' 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 grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon' catch me slippin' 'cause it 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 die in the streets

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

My achievement say I'm a
Ghetto bitches be they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' dough, I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in 'I Mad At Cha' video

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

Thirty feet away with one eye
You look like the man on the fuckin' Public logo
First start shit
Watch the spray a flame like a airbrush artist

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 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' about no belts
When I pull shoot and I'm aimin' at cha head
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 pies, I tell no lies
Cookies same as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You don't know no dirt, I'll put a hole 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 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 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