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 than Tarantino
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like in 'Casino'
Fifty cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down the parmesan
Ready to comb Vietnam with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The with the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The gettin' redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death hold breath
Give you a of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S + Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might to kill you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And down forts
as ya caught, get your 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 dead on the
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame in the white chalk
You got the section
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
Headed in hell's
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

of death