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

Styles like Al
Reno until the
The mad dino with the cambino, the
Digger than Jim
More dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like piesce in
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 with the
Ready to comb Vietnam with arms
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The killer with the Carretta

The with the hollow letter

The patmeretta redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold your
Give you a dose of that's dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
like crime familia
N- don't get
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 leave your bone
Squeeze the chrome short, no shorts
We and jury in the home court
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the white
You got the section
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the
Someone with the hand velocity of Cassidy
Bitch N- the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

Drums of