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

Styles like Al
Reno until the
The mad dino the cambino, the gambino
Digger Jim Colisemo
reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar cigar
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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

Drums of death hold your
you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano like crime
N- don't get
Me and my goons have to kill you
Up in New
We play at home court
And hold down
Soon as ya caught, get your dome
G Rap and Dj leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and in the home court
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
in hell's direction
Lost at the and intersection
wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got yourself caught in a tragedy

of death