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
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block hotter than OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like piesce in
Fifty cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like with arms
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The with the gold Carretta

The with the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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

Drums of hold your breath
you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. with a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano like familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons have to kill you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at home
And hold forts
Soon as ya caught, get your torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no
We judge and jury in the court
Give you the clown dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class tickets to
Forever to a place where N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've wore a vest for chest
Slug you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got yourself caught in a tragedy

of death