Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Pistol

Yeah, welcome to (Detroit, nigga!)
The reason why rappers gotta pack (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 anthem to amp you, then this the to
Too many on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this but this do
Sorry officer I don't care how it get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol

Nigga, we violently active, so fuck us
See I'm backwards, I niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they musta wanting to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and
They were through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the 44 scattered they porch
Busting pistols in your windows with to destroy you
Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, 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 we'll 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 fucking
The slider, love to blast a Mag
You a fag, you being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now gangsta)
Y'all niggas like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigger got the flu and gat might cough
It ain't to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's put hell outta business
It won't be the same we touching the game
Make the nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain
think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tec nothing remains

The only 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, my way of life and it works
cowardly niggas'll put your fucking 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 know who starts creeping
Waking you up with AK's you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not it
Rather than one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

You know the sound when I'm round
these rounds from four pounds
While the whole screaming as loud
they mouths as they possibly allow?
Nothing is to making you carousel
Aerial somersault like wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm at 5-0
Some for static's the motto
Spitting like kids* from Colorado

This nine'll 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 Holyfield start
make Mase say fuck church and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly, give respect to Hall
make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start
It'll make a nun to a filthy slut
It'll the hardest pitbull, turn to a fucking mutt
make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)
make Ike stop beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady back in love with Christina