Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Blazing (Drums Of Death Part 1)

Styles like Al
until the carcelino
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like piesce in
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down the parmesan
Ready to like Vietnam with arms
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The killer the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The patmeretta gettin' redder and mamma

Infra-red off the armour better
The godfather, the solver
Coming through the 6 shell revolver
Hot as
Guns that reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motha-fuckin' face

of death hold your breath
Give you a of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld family
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano like familia
N- don't get
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And down forts
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
the chrome short, take no shorts
We and jury in the home court
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame in the white chalk
You got the section
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a where N-S never rest in
Headed in direction
Lost at the and intersection
Should've wore a vest for protection
fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a tragedy

Drums of