Luyện nghe bài hát Contractor

Chopping in international sand
Feeding junky habits of the elephant man
Quenching his thirst with water rising
Executive outcomes on a horizon

Yeah, motherfucker let's take a
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 miles of pure luck with bang for Sam's buck

Guaran-fucking-teed, will 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 let's take a
red lights into a green zone, someone's got to die
Hidden Aegis, nothing to see, so load the dice for me, please
And let's snort the bottom line crude into refined

Guaran-fucking-teed, just sign the
Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will

has got to die

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

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

all die
Oh, fucking

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone bleed

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