Luyện nghe bài hát Contractor

Chopping lines in sand
blood junky habits of the elephant man
Quenching his thirst with black rising
outcomes on a burning horizon

Yeah, motherfucker let's a ride
We're route Irish, someone's got to die
or treat, it's IED's so roll the dice for me, please
'Cause it's near 8 of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed, will bleed

to conceal all the lies
Big business is like it's the 4th of July
No need for all the
Jump the courts and plant the lynching trees

Yeah, motherfucker take a ride
Running red lights into a green zone, got to die
Aegis, nothing here to see, so load the dice for me, please
And let's snort the bottom line cashed into refined

Guaran-fucking-teed, sign the deed
Guaran-fucking-teed, someone bleed

has got to die

Ours is not to why
is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black assets fuck the Mujaheddin
their picket fences red with the American dream

Lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job right
Jacked up and clocked in into a fight
Covert and you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the dream, yeah

all die
Oh, fucking

Guaran-fucking-teed, will bleed

Oh, lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job right
up and clocked in into a fire fight
Covert reactions and you saw me
A parking lot in the American dream