Luyện nghe bài hát Clock The Hammer

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

Jones house, without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like
Split the and grow you like clones
start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones

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

Hear me growl grrra,
I got the night vision just the wise old owl
I'm ta fetch ya, yeah homes I'll wet ya
Bury them bones my home and

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

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

The cannon's
That's my companions
As my crew pounding
It's the captain,
lotta gattin' with the loc'ed out Latin

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

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

Cry on a pillow, weeper that's
The got the skill for the static like Brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' punk
Gimme as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, the white banner
Ever heard a glock go click a camera?

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

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