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 parents slit their to
an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my to sift through
Nobody got my in this bitch but this do
Sorry officer I don't how pissed it get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol

Nigga, we violently active, so with us
See I'm backwards, I niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they musta wanting to meet the Lord
When my talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored
were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the 44 scattered over they
Busting pistols in your windows intentions to destroy you
Tryna break neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any we'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful and I gotta lie to you

in the door, waving the 44
Blazing at po-po, and lay low
They call my tongue ya-yo, but I fire
I lit five inside a dick-rider
The clip slider, to blast a Mag
You a fag, you being ass to ass
a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all sound like 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 that's gon' put outta business
It be the same since we touching the game
Make the hardest nigga in crew, tuck in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tec until remains

The time 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
the gun, it's my way of life and it works
These niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was how they left my dog, he was priceless
in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts
Waking you up with AK's you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the and not need it
Rather than need one and not have it, I married Glock-matic

You know the sound when I'm round
these rounds from four pounds
While the whole crowd screaming as
From they mouths as they possibly
is parallel to making you carousel
Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a of shells
carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you I'm shooting at 5-0
semi-automatic for static's the motto
Spitting like *Columbine from Colorado

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