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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno until the
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
Digger Jim Colisemo
More reservoir than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block hotter than OS
G.
Be wettin' shit piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah
The M-8 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down with the
Ready to comb Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer with the gold

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The patmeretta gettin' kids and mamma

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

of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of shit that's as soda
The family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up like
italiano crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons have to kill you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the clown dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the section
First-class tickets to
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
in hell's direction
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
Someone with the velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

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