Luyện nghe bài hát Clock The Hammer

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

Jones house, without the bones
I ya up and smoked you like bones
Split the seed and you like clones
Don't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling

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

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

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

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

The cannon's
That's my surroundin'
As my crew pounding
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' with the out Latin

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

Yes, I know that you withstand it
Watch that ass punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you now
When my boot stuck in that ass a dildo

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

Hmmm, what you `bout punk
Gimme as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white
Ever a glock go click like a camera?

Cock the
Cock the hammer, it's time for
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