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

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

The with the hollow letter

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

Infra-red clow off the better
The godfather, the problem
Coming through the 6 shell revolver
Hot as
skills that reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motha-fuckin' carver

Drums of death hold your
Give you a dose of shit dope as soda
The family cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up like
like crime familia
N- don't get
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And hold down
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no
We judge and jury in the court
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the smoking
First-class tickets to
Forever destined to a place where N-S rest in
in hell's direction
Lost at the and intersection
Should've wore a for chest protection
Slug you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

Drums of