Luyện nghe bài hát Contractor

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

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

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

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

Yeah, motherfucker let's a ride
Running red lights 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 cashed into

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

has got to die

Ours is not to why
Ours is but to do if the pay right
Black liquid assets the Mujaheddin
Paint their picket fences red with the dream

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

all die
Oh, murder

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone bleed

Oh, lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job done
Jacked up and in into a fire fight
Covert and you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American