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

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

The sweater-letter the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder and mamma

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

Drums of death your breath
Give you a dose of shit that's as soda
The family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up like
like crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my might have to kill you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at court
And down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the smoking
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S rest in
Headed in hell's
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for chest
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

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