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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno the carcelino
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim
More dogs than Tarantino
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in 'Casino'
dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah
The M-8 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down the parmesan
to comb like Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The with the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold breath
Give you a dose of shit that's dope as
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano with a but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
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 down forts
as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
Squeeze the 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 chalk
You got the section
First-class tickets to
destined to a place where N-S never rest in
Headed in direction
at the crossroads 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- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

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