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

Styles like Al
Reno until the
The mad dino the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim
More reservoir than Tarantino
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like 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 skier
Down with the
Ready to comb Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer with the Carretta

The sweater-letter the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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

Drums of death your breath
you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The family cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up like
italiano like familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at home
And hold down
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, no shorts
We judge and jury in the court
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole frame in the white chalk
You got the smoking
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
in hell's 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 of Butch Cassidy
N- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

Drums of