Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit
Like a bullet back that just missed and hit you
I say the of shit parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift
got my back in this bitch but this do
Sorry officer I don't care how it get you
But I don't go without my pistol pistol

Nigga, we active, so fuck with us
See I'm backwards, I slap and punch bitches
for asking, they musta been wanting 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 they porch
pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryna break your 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 slow and
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 call my tongue ya-yo, but I fire
I lit five inside a fucking
The clip slider, to blast a Mag
You a fag, you love ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose 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 this gat might
It nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the
Make the hardest in your crew, tuck in his chain
Y'all this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll off this tec until nothing remains

The only time that I'm at peace is I'm close to one
I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of and it works
cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was how they left my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying
That's why I'm heated, you never who starts creeping
you up with AK's while 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 these rounds from four
While the whole crowd screaming as
From they mouths as they possibly
Nothing is to making you carousel
Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a of shells
Denaun carry the nine I go
Bullets and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the
like *Columbine kids* from Colorado

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