Luyện nghe bài hát Gods Gotta Gun

Slaughterin' Children In Blood
In American Streets
Tainting The Air With
While Choppin' The Amazon Trees

Hey Man
Its An Eye For An Eye
You Better Off
Or You're Die

God's Gun
Better Hide Run
God's Gotta Gun And
For You

Taxin Our Hard Money
It To Outer Space.
People Are And Starvin,
Yet Ordering A French Champagne

Hey Little Man Let Me You A Tip
You Shut-Up
You'd Better Bite Your Lip

God's Gun
Hide Better Run
God's Gun
And He's For You

Around On A White Horse
You Outlaw Sex
Then You Sell You For The Party
Given' Exxon Head

God's Gun
Gods Gun
And Gunnin For You

It Ain't No Smith And
It No 44.
It No Uzi
It's The Biggest *^#&Amp;!! Gun You've Ever

You Better Run Man
You Run
Gotta Gun
N' Gunnin For You