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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the
Digger Jim COlisemo
More reservoir than Tarantino
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in "Casino"
Fifty dollar cigar
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down the parmesan
Ready to comb like with arms
'Cause the and phenomenon
The
The with the gold Carretta

The sweater-letter the hollow letter

The patmeretta redder kids and mamma

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

Drums of death your breath
Give you a dose of shit dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but but N-S & Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
italiano like crime
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 leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no
We judge and jury in the home
you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
in hell's direction
Lost at the and intersection
Should've wore a vest for chest
Slug you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

of death