Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

Slick wit, the shit I spit chews
a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the of shit parents slit their wrists to
Need an to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my to sift through
Nobody got my back in this bitch but 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 with us
See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch
Just for asking, they been wanting to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and
They were through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
from the 44 scattered over they porch
Busting pistols in windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryna break neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at funeral when they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died and horrible
no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you
We strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door, the 44
Blazing at po-po, and lay low
They call my tongue ya-yo, but I fire
I lit five inside a fucking
The clip slider, love to a Mag
You a fag, you love ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the to gat-spank ya
Never say I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all niggas sound Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the
I'm the hot nigga gon' put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, in his chain
Y'all think shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off tec until nothing remains

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

You the sound when I'm spinning round
these rounds from four pounds
While the whole screaming as loud
From they mouths as possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to you carousel
Aerial somersault like wheels to a pair of shells
carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm at 5-0
Some for static's the motto
like *Columbine kids* from Colorado

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