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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno until the
The mad dino the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim
reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
the block hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' shit like in "Casino"
Fifty cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. Garcia
Drug Czar and the beater
The M-8 the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the skier
Down the parmesan
Ready to comb Vietnam 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 problem
Coming through with the 6 revolver
Hot as
Guns skills reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the face carver

Drums of death your breath
Give you a of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld family
inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano a click but nothin' but N-S & Chicanos
You get hit up Castrelano
like crime familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons have to kill you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at court
And hold forts
Soon as ya caught, get dome torched
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the court
you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
Your whole frame laid in the chalk
You got the section
First-class tickets to
Forever destined to a where N-S never rest in
Headed in hell's
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've wore a vest for protection
fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

of death