Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

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

Nigga, we violently active, so fuck us
See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and bitches
Just for asking, they musta wanting to meet the Lord
When my talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored
They were snooping my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the 44 over they porch
Busting pistols in windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryna your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and
There's no tomorrow for any we'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful and I ain't 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 fucking
The slider, love to blast a Mag
You a fag, you love ass to ass
a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say 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 gon' put hell outta
It won't be the same since we the game
the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tec until nothing

The time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of and it works
These cowardly niggas'll put your fucking in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how left my dog, he was priceless
in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you know who starts creeping
Waking you up with AK's you lie sleeping
I'd rather the heat and not need it
Rather than need one and not have it, I married this

You know the sound when I'm spinning
Spitting these rounds four pounds
While the whole screaming as loud
From they as they possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to making you
Aerial like ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun the nine where I go
Bullets and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0
semi-automatic for static's 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 grandmother come outta her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Durst
make Holyfield start fighting
It'll Mase say fuck church and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly, respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher start walking
It'll a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking
It'll a nun turn to a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fucking
It'll make a dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)
It'll make Ike stop beating
It'll Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina