Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

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

Slick wit, the shit I spit chews
Like a bullet back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the to
Too many enemies on my list to sift
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 active, so fuck with us
See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch
Just for asking, they been wanting to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, got mean mugged and ignored
were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells the 44 scattered over they porch
Busting pistols in windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral they lower you
You and ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
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
at po-po, escaping 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
Grab a gun by the 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 gat might cough
It nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put outta business
It won't be the since we touching the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, in his chain
Y'all think this a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off tec until nothing remains

The only time that I'm at peace is I'm close to one
Cause I don't know what's waiting for me my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of and it works
These cowardly niggas'll put your life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying
That's why I'm heated, you never know who creeping
Waking you up with AK's 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 I'm spinning round
Spitting rounds from four pounds
While the whole crowd screaming as
From mouths as they possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to you carousel
Aerial somersault ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun the nine where 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 turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
make your grandmother come outta her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred
It'll make start fighting
It'll make Mase say fuck church and go to writing
It'll Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
make R. Kelly, give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start
It'll make a dog no voice, suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn to a filthy
It'll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fucking
make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck to read the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)
make Ike stop beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love Christina