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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno until the
The mad dino with the cambino, the
than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the block hotter Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' like piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Drug and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down with the
Ready to comb like Vietnam with
the hollow-points and phenomenon
The
The killer the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder and mamma

Infra-red clow off the better
The godfather, the problem
Coming through with the 6 revolver
Hot as
skills 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 shit dope as soda
The underworld family
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at court
And hold forts
as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no
We and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the
by mad pedefors
Your whole laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a where N-S never rest in
in hell's direction
Lost at the crossroads and
wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the
Someone with the hand of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

of death