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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno until the
The mad dino with the cambino, the
Digger Jim COlisemo
More reservoir dogs than
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in "Casino"
Fifty dollar cigar
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down the parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer with the Carretta

The sweater-letter the hollow letter

The patmeretta gettin' kids and mamma

Infra-red clow off the better
The godfather, the problem
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 dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle the shoulder-holster
G. with a click but nothin' 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 play bloodsports at home
And down forts
as ya caught, get your dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole frame in the white chalk
You got the smoking
tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a where N-S never rest in
in hell's direction
Lost at the and intersection
Should've wore a for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, at the dance
Someone the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
N- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a tragedy

of death