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

Styles Al Pacino
until the carcelino
The mad dino the cambino, the gambino
than Jim COlisemo
More reservoir dogs than
for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter than OS
G.
Be shit like piesce in "Casino"
dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Czar and the baby-Pah beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama
with the parmesan
Ready to comb like with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer with the gold

The sweater-letter with the hollow

The patmeretta gettin' redder and mamma

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

of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of that's dope as soda
The family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S &
You get hit up like
italiano like familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might to kill you
Up in New
We play at home court
And hold down
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave your squashed
Squeeze the short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the clown corpse on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S never in
Headed in direction
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've wore a vest for protection
Slug you to capacity, someone at the dance
with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

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