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 chews
a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the of shit parents slit their wrists to
an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to through
Nobody got my back in this but this do
Sorry officer I care how pissed 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 niggas and bitches
Just for asking, they musta been to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, got mean mugged and ignored
They were through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the 44 scattered over porch
pistols in your 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 your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and
no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful and I ain't lie to you

in the door, waving the 44
Blazing at po-po, and lay low
They call my tongue ya-yo, but I fire
I lit inside a fucking dick-rider
The clip slider, to blast a Mag
You a fag, you being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the to gat-spank ya
say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Y'all niggas sound like but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty for the witness
I'm the hot that's gon' put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for
I'll squeeze off this tec until nothing

The only time 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 life and it
These cowardly put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never who starts creeping
Waking you up with AK's while you lie
I'd rather pack the and not need it
than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

You know the when I'm spinning round
Spitting rounds from four pounds
the whole crowd screaming as loud
From they mouths as they allow?
Nothing is parallel to making you
Aerial somersault like ferris to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you I'm shooting at 5-0
semi-automatic for static's the motto
Spitting *Columbine kids* from Colorado

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