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

Styles like Al
until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the
than Jim Colisemo
More dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
the block hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' like piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar cigar
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the panama
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam arms
the hollow-points and phenomenon
The
The killer with the Carretta

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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

Drums of death your breath
Give you a dose of shit that's dope as
The underworld cosa-nostra
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S +
You get hit up Castrelano
like crime familia
N- don't get
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We bloodsports at home court
And hold down
as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave your squashed
the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your frame laid in the white chalk
You got the section
First-class tickets to
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
Headed in hell's
at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the
with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a tragedy

Drums of