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 Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam arms
the hollow-points and phenomenon
The
The killer with the Carretta

The with the hollow letter

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold your
Give you a dose of shit that's as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano like crime
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We play at home court
And down forts
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the court
Give you the clown corpse 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 hell's
Lost at the crossroads and
wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got yourself in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

Drums of