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 for the showdown 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, waitin' for this to unfold
I got a blunt
bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's to reload this old 45 colt

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

All of a I can hear the sound of hoofs
like a thousand wolves
I cock back, put the toast in the and froze
I pose like a poster, he's than close

I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's
But I'ma put thirty inside him and early
And just when I went to fill him hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and is what he said

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

You ride a cowboy toward the sun
And ain't fun when 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 pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to
It's sad the bad guys always die

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

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

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

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

up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles we hit the spot
An old ghost town that forgot

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

This is the spot, they call him Doc
He's goin' sayin' he took the game from us
(Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll see it comin')
But he got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach

He's got mechanical legs, he spins
Plus he's well by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is to get him to stop layin'
And we can put him on his back down a of steps

I drew two guns, them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin' in, started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singin', it like a 'G Thang'
And a verse from 'Keep Their Heads

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

That's when I seen Dre in trouble and with the gauge
I fired the shot, spun his body around
He hit the and landed upside down
Dre the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a blunt rolled

You like 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 just

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

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

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

die
The Gotham
The Wild
Ha ha,