Luyện nghe bài hát Clock The Hammer

I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a
Get paranoid when you hear my clickin'
Speakin' to the victim
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you Deacon

Jones house, cough the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you bones
Split the seed and grow you like
Don't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling

But I get stoned a little help from my friends
the gubla, then I passed it round back to me again
I can you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the up his anus

Hear me grrra, howl
I got the night just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, homes I'll wet ya
Bury bones under my home and

the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for
the hammer
Cock the hammer, time for action

Take my weapon, into a whole new realm
And back as I take up the helm
On the ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and realize what you're hearin'

The soundin'
That's my surroundin'
As my crew pounding
It's the captain,
Whole lotta with the loc'ed out Latin

Bust
You're a red with a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya get dusted
gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I it

Yes, I know that you can't it
Watch that ass 'cause I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a

Cry on a pillow, weeper willow
The got the skill for the static like Brillo

Hmmm, what you `bout punk
room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, the white banner
heard a glock go click like a camera?

Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, it's time for

the hammer
Cock the hammer, time for action
Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action