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 stay
In case I stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm packin' my magnums, in case I blast 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, brains
He bled red in pavement
His crane split slain he lay stiff, think it

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

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, 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' 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

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 for me like a game of Twister

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

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

feet away with one eye squinted
You like the man on the fuckin' Public Enemy logo
First nigga start
Watch the spray a flame like a airbrush artist

I got my pistol grip on the 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 die in the streets

Shit, I'll die for you ain't gon' take it wit ease
You go Jack 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 heat's
I ride strapped and I talkin' about no seat belts
When I shoot and blast I'm aimin' at cha head
To make sure you dead you wear a bulletproof mask

It's no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul food 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 through the head
Of the horse of ya shirt like a nerd in a science fair
Hang around projects, buck, when I by

I got my pistol grip on the of me
And ain't no bitch 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 the clip
Run up die in the streets

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