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

Styles like Al
until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the
Digger than Jim
More dogs than Tarantino
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter than OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like piesce in
Fifty dollar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the panama
with the parmesan
Ready to like Vietnam with arms
the hollow-points and phenomenon
The
The with the gold Carretta

The with the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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

Drums of death hold your
Give you a dose of that's dope as soda
The family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano with a click but but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
like crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my might have to kill you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And hold forts
Soon as ya caught, get your torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave your squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and in the home court
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the section
First-class tickets to
Forever to a place where N-S never rest in
Headed in direction
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've wore a vest for protection
fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

of death