Luyện nghe bài hát Chamber Spins Three

It's a motherfucking homicide, deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it
From the inside, the you can trust
You got connected to a bust

You you were a hustler, a boy that was rude
But now you're in the dirt, can of worm food
motherfucker, you thought you would last
Well, you took the wrong path, now your name is in the

name is in the past

Another lowlife connected to the first
A cop on the take, nothing could be worse
one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath
The whole department covered up he was a thief

the city's finest, caught in deepest shit
Never thought the day would come, bang, a hit
You yourself the finest in the city, huh?
For scum you, I have no fucking pity

No fucking pity, you scumbag piece of shit
Die,

and scamming, distribute all your poison
You yourself a man, well, you're nothing but a boy, son
Real man works hard, starves to climb the
Not for money, on the corner selling dope

Money isn't everything, I it was to you
Did you control your own life or controlled you?
For the lives that you destroyed, so depraved
For the people you grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems, this is the system and I'm to say
Dealers pay the cops to and look the other way

Everybody scratches and tries to get
You took the easy way, it is being dead
The chamber spins three, the trigger, then you pull it
The game is called roulette and you won the bullet

Pushing and scamming, all your poison
You call yourself a man, well, nothing but a boy, son
Real man works hard, to climb the ropes
Not for money, on the corner selling dope

Money everything, I guess it was to you
Did you your own life or greed controlled you?
For the lives you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the you left grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems, is the system and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the way
On both sides of the law, has been done
Not by a and jury but by the trigger of a gun

So it seems, this is the and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the way
On sides of the law, justice has been done
Not by a judge and but by the trigger of a gun

The chamber spins