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 chews
Like a bullet came back just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents their wrists to
an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift
Nobody got my back in this but this do
officer I don't care how pissed it get you
But I don't go nowhere my pistol pistol

Nigga, we violently active, so with 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 through my closet, seen on the floor
Shells from the 44 over they porch
Busting pistols in your windows with to destroy you
break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your when they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll you
We young strapped and and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door, the 44
at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit
I lit five a fucking dick-rider
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 that I'm a gangsta (Now gangsta)
Y'all niggas sound Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might
It ain't nothing to tell, shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put outta business
It won't be the same we touching the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm for fame?
I'll squeeze off 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 vocals are
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it
These cowardly niggas'll put fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was how they left my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you know who starts creeping
Waking you up with AK's while you lie
I'd rather pack the and not need it
Rather than need one and not have it, I this Glock-matic

You the sound when I'm spinning round
Spitting these rounds from pounds
the whole crowd screaming as loud
From they as they possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to making you
Aerial somersault like wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the where I go
whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0
Some semi-automatic for the motto
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 outta her
make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield fighting
make Mase say fuck church and go back to writing
It'll make say he sound like Biggie Smalls
It'll R. Kelly, give respect to Aaron Hall
make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn to a filthy
It'll make the pitbull, turn to a fucking mutt
It'll make a dye his hair blonde
make a redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)
It'll make Ike stop beating
It'll make Shady fall back in love with Christina