Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and boys wanna me
Her put her tongue on me, him his gun on me
I won't let 'em get me I strapped
In case I gotta 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' 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 slain he lay stiff, think about it

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

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

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

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 target ya click
The scope, I got the type you gargle and spit
It sit on top of the fifth small and 4-4s
Heat'll a enemy so cold

Thirty feet with one eye squinted
You look like the man on the fuckin' Public Enemy
First nigga shit
Watch the tech a flame like a airbrush artist

I got my pistol grip on the of me
And no bitch gon' catch 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 empty the
Run up die in the streets

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 where the kept
I ride strapped and I talkin' about no seat belts
When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin' at cha
To sure you dead you better wear a bulletproof mask

no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul food like sneaker cleaner
I those pies, I tell no lies
same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You don't know no dirt, I'll put a hole the head
Of the of ya polo shirt like 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 empty the
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