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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno the carcelino
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like piesce in
Fifty cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with
the hollow-points and phenomenon
The
The killer the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the letter

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold your
you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld family
inside the shoulder-holster
G. with a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up like
italiano like familia
N- don't get
Me and my goons might to kill you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at home
And hold forts
Soon as ya caught, get dome 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 clown dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class tickets to
Forever destined to a place N-S never rest in
Headed in direction
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

Drums of