Luyện nghe bài hát Assassin. Assassins.

Limb bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to these words
Oh
Abrasive inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words were urgent oh yeah

This little girly wants to get to the
Rob another bank and win a
Didn't she owned a gun
Didn't know she'd that gun

Com on baby that cash and get in the car
hit the gas
the will catch up crazy fast
Come on baby

I cant believe you shot guy
You hope he doesn't die
time there ain't no alibi faster baby drive
God! NO! what have we
and Clyde on the run, on the run

This time
Tricky-tricky-tricky
Are more than just me
They're me sick
Babies in and insect intestines
Nothing to eat but glass in heaven, man
Oh
Nodding my head to the dancing
You'd be so surprised the skeleton said, man
He "...oh yeah"

ever think we would be 21?
Our faces will but these places stay fun
Bonnie looked so biting at her cuticles
I'd thought we'd get his far.

I never thought you'd stop car
Shoot a guy and break my
Oh
You get me

Dancing in the rain that
Puddles dripping from your
The day of our lives
Maybe we should have

Oh man look what done
We've suited our
the words off our tongues

This your itty bitty-bitty bones
Will lock up you and not let you go

Bonnie sails the ocean
My sails over the sea
Wont you please back please bring back
My to me

Now I know what girls all about
She'll you!
you!
Stick a gun in mouth!

me romantic
Or call me
I spilled my own blood to save her
From the streets she'll leave

You know those damn cops will do if they find you
They'll you
Or you
let them find you

You know what would
you let this all happen
You're
Or you're

I hope you're happy, baby

She was my my one and only my wifey my homey
Molded controlled me slowly me
Its only
You hold me boldly coldly a .9
Use me cock me back and my mind
You're the behind my rhyme design

For some time
This life of crime has showed no sign of
Almost spouses into house
doused in blood

Shouting "get n empty the clout out of your trousers"
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my
Those baby blue eyes
Visualize you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's

Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to
Bonnie blessing bank with flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when weight
Disintegrate when placed in crazy ape states

These got me craving the rush
So much I to reach out and touch
Clutch your load your nuts
Finger fuck the off your trigger
Hear you
Chamber thrust then you