Luyện nghe bài hát The Pistol

We ain't trying to hear shit for
(Cash money)
We whole operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas a whole lotta
(Cash money)
Watch yo' money

You couldn't neva understand how my mind
I'm on some old school crime
niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
Ain't no rules when these shots are stoned, dun
This heat burn through flesh, straight to the bones

I reach for the buddha, and zone
I probably have a future of stress, depressed and be alone
But as far as the time, it's on
I mine 'til I return to the S
And I'm dead and gone

Nobody wanna be broke and you
Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick of cream fever
If you be popping shit, my won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the and take ya wallet when we see ya

But son, it gets
I'm running with a click being hunted by the Grim Reaper
To all my peoples in the man
Let'cha situation be a

Ain't nothing a education
When I was locked down, I about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking lift
And as a youth, I was a
Running around with pelagons, war
But now it's all about

I'm caught up, up in a mix of shit
And I trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Blast you the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about in a fistful

I'm up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit my got cash to get
you with the pistol
If I to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful

Up late and upset and fed up
Niggas up wet, I'm dead up
Fuck trying to head up
And when it go down, word bond, we get up

Too many locked upstate, son, it's a set up
My has sped up, many years, I'm straight up
Plenty bears for who here and those who ate up
and get sprayed up in the club

We couldn't run it, so we take the up in the booth
we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losing the shirt, the bare chest
I'm blessed, the skunk make me care less

The best that you can do is duck my fucking
If the slugs don't get'cha, J'll jig ya
Acting artificial, get burnt my the pistol
Before it's done, even my guns'll to missiles

Don't to blow the whistle on you
everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline
Who know my gotta hold a mint
Or they worth a cent
How can you represent if you can't pay the

And leave a dent in my life time, I'm caught up in crime
In fights, you know what you might find
We stand firm meanwhile niggas that seem wild
Be bucking blanks, if they were men they wouldn't with pranks
I leave them niggas alone and home
it cool down, as they remember how my tool sound

I'm up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to shit 'til my got cash to get
Blast you the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, all about cash in a fistful

I'm up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to shit 'til my got cash to get
you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all cash in a fistful

We ain't trying to hear for what?
(Cash money)
We whole operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas with a lotta
(Cash money)
Watch yo' money

Yeah, we up on what we dealing
We ain't no criminals, we got the to have gats
As as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats
We hold heat, knamsaying?
'Cuz our gotta represent for us, word up
Aiyyo,
(Yeah)
Set shit, son

Forever keeping my shit cocked for
Stainless steal, shit is for
The way these rats is to squeal, making sour deals
up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle, how the Bronx

[Unverified] devils get deaded, never it, only known to set it
Stealing existence, obviously ya
Speak the dissest, I see the and eagle
of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal

God falling, niggas be balling, alcoholics
Two drinks, too is like whitey infiltrating your fortress
This is on, we 'bout to form, prepare for the storm
Y'all niggas quick to ring the alarm

fell, now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or
The Lord had the right living poor
Resurrecting the true and living the power
Devils getting devoured, niggas heard the God