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 Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block hotter Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit piesce in 'Casino'
dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down the parmesan
to comb like Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold breath
Give you a dose of shit 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 like
like crime familia
N- don't get
Me and my goons might to kill you
Up in New
We play at home court
And hold down
Soon as ya caught, get your torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow your bone squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the court
you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the section
tickets to resurrection
Forever to a place where N-S never rest in
Headed in direction
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've a vest for chest protection
fill 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