Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guys Always Die

The Gotham
The Wild
Ha ha,

All you see is the sun off of the gun
I'm ready for the that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, let's it now
I'ma show you how real get down

I'm polishin' gold, for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt
Feelin' bold, gangsters runs cold
It's time to this old 45 colt

The wind's gusty, it's hot, and dusty
Bust a couple shots make sure I'm not
It's noon, he should be here soon
Sip a moonshine inside a saloon

All of a sudden I can hear the of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand
I back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose a poster, he's closer than close

I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he dirty
But put thirty inside him and leave early
And when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is he said

You never met me and you'll probably never see me
But I know you, the Slim, you want revenge
Then don't shoot, I'm in the boots as you
I'm the truth, I got a price on my head too
'Cause you

You ride like a cowboy the sun
And life fun when you're on the run
Got gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just

Got your shotgun by side
Got horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys die

He was 'Shady', I seen by the on his face
He take ten paces, shit, I took eight
Spun around and I aimed for the brain
My shit, went bang but it fired a blank, he said
(You bullets, hurry up run)

I put a clip in the gun and pointed at his
We both drew at the same and stood stunned
(Go ahead, me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was the truth that's why I didn't shoot
So we gon' do, it's on you

(Do you recall when you and was a group?)
The
(Well, all we gotta do is a map to part two)
(And I know who's got it)

(Some old dude, got 26 plaques and he already sold two)

Loaded up my saddle, got for battle
Hid two of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the
An old ghost town everybody forgot

A place they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim the shotgun
(Dre the plot)

This is the spot, call him Doc Loveless
He's goin' sayin' he took the game from us
(Let's him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin')
But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the

He's got mechanical legs, he webs
Plus he's well respected by the heads
Our mission is to get him to layin' eggs
And we can put him on his back down a of steps

I drew two guns, spun on my fingers
Kicked the swingin' doors in, started gun
I could somebody singin', it sounded like a 'G Thang'
And a verse 'Keep Their Heads Ringin''

I said, "It's Dre's Day", and to spray
1800, he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started every which way

when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, his body around
He hit the ground and landed down
Dre the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two and a blunt that's rolled

You ride a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun you're on the run
Got gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw begun

Got your by your side
Got your horse and you got your
You ride 'til there no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys die

You ride like a toward the sun
And life ain't fun when on the run
Got your gold and you got gun
But life as an just begun

Got shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your
You ride there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad always die

die
The Gotham
The West
Ha ha,