Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Grip

Nowadays girls and boys wanna me
Her put her tongue on me, him his gun on me
I let 'em get me I stay strapped
In case I gotta her and he try to stick me
So I'm packin' my magnums, in case I gotta one

The only time I'm out my head is when I'm sweatin'
You ain't have me layin' dead in my Chevy
I work hard for my rings, 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 that move this be ya warning
It's to be squeezed like an orange
Bullets penetrate ya, bleed like
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 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 die in the streets

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 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

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

My say I'm a legend
Ghetto be wishin' they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin' dough, I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in 'I Ain't Mad At video

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

Thirty away with one eye squinted
You look like the man on the fuckin' Enemy logo
First start shit
Watch the spray 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 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

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

It's no secret I keep the Nina, it spit soul like sneaker cleaner
I sell those pies, I no lies
same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You know no dirt, I'll put a hole through the head
Of the horse of ya shirt like a nerd in a science fair
around projects, buck, when I stop by

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

I got my, pistol grip on the of me
And ain't no bitch gon catch me '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