Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

Slick criminal wit, the shit I chews
Like a bullet came that just missed and hit you
I say the of shit parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the to
Too enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in bitch but this do
Sorry officer I don't care how it get you
But I don't go nowhere my pistol pistol

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

Stepped in the door, the 44
at po-po, escaping and lay low
They my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire
I lit five a fucking dick-rider
The slider, love to blast a Mag
You a fag, you love ass to ass
Grab a gun by the with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now gangsta)
niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might
It nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell business
It be the same since we touching the game
Make the nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain
Y'all this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
squeeze off this tec until nothing remains

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

You know the when I'm spinning round
Spitting these from four pounds
While the whole crowd screaming as
From mouths as they possibly allow?
Nothing is to making you carousel
somersault like ferris wheels to a pair 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
Spitting like kids* from Colorado

This turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses, think before 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 and go back to writing
It'll Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly, give to Aaron Hall
It'll make Reeves start walking
It'll a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn to a slut
make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fucking mutt
It'll make a dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)
It'll make Ike stop Tina
make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina