Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

Yeah, welcome to (Detroit, nigga!)
The why rappers gotta pack pistols (Why is that?)

Slick criminal wit, the I spit chews
Like a bullet came that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift
Nobody got my in this bitch but this do
officer I don't care how pissed it get you
But I don't go without my pistol pistol

Nigga, we violently active, so fuck us
See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch
for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, they got mean and ignored
They snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the 44 scattered over they
Busting pistols in windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryna break your neck to Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your when they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll you
We young strapped and and I ain't gotta lie to you

in the door, waving the 44
Blazing at po-po, and lay low
call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a dick-rider
The clip slider, to blast a Mag
You a fag, you being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the with the butt to gat-spank ya
say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell business
It won't be the same since we touching the
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, in his chain
Y'all think this a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
squeeze off this tec until nothing remains

The time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it
These cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, lifeless
why I'm heated, you never know who starts creeping
Waking you up with AK's you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not it
Rather need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

You know the sound when I'm spinning
Spitting rounds from four pounds
While the whole crowd screaming as
From they mouths as they allow?
Nothing is parallel to making you
Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a of shells
Denaun carry the where I go
Bullets and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0
Some for static's the motto
like *Columbine kids* from Colorado

This turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It'll your grandmother come outta her purse
It'll Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start
It'll make Mase say fuck church and go to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly, respect to Aaron Hall
make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking
It'll a nun turn to a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull, to a fucking mutt
It'll make a dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy (Need Jesus!)
It'll make Ike beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall in love with Christina