Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

Slick criminal wit, the I spit chews
Like a bullet back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to through
got my back in this bitch but this do
Sorry officer I don't how pissed it get you
But I don't go nowhere my pistol pistol

Nigga, we active, so fuck with us
See I'm backwards, I niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they musta been to meet the Lord
When my parents 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
break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at funeral when they lower you
You and your ho, you to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga shower you
We young and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door, the 44
Blazing at po-po, and lay low
They my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a dick-rider
The slider, love 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 gangsta (Now gangsta)
Y'all niggas sound like but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat cough
It nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put outta business
It be the same since we touching the game
Make the hardest in your crew, tuck in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for
I'll off this tec until nothing remains

The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm to one
Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it
cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they 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 while you lie sleeping
I'd pack the heat and not need it
Rather than need one and not have it, I married Glock-matic

You know the sound I'm spinning round
Spitting these rounds from four
While the crowd screaming as loud
they mouths as they possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to you carousel
Aerial somersault like wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine I go
whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0
Some semi-automatic for the motto
Spitting *Columbine kids* from Colorado

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