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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno until the
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down with the
Ready to comb like Vietnam with
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The killer with the gold

The sweater-letter with the letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

Infra-red clow off the better
The godfather, the problem
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 hold your breath
Give you a dose of shit dope as soda
The family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up like
like crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my might 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 Shadow leave your bone
Squeeze the chrome short, no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the section
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Cassidy
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

of death