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

Styles Al Pacino
until the carcelino
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
Digger Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block hotter Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar cigar
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The killer with the Carretta

The sweater-letter the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder and mamma

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

Drums of death hold breath
Give you a dose of shit that's dope as
The underworld cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up like
italiano like crime
N- get familiar
Me and my goons have to kill you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at court
And hold down
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
you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the white
You got the section
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for chest
fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

of death