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

Styles like Al
Reno until the
The mad dino the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim
reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, as Ni O
Making the hotter than Jalepe OS
G.
Be wettin' like piesce in "Casino"
Fifty cigar seer
The cosnia, the
Don P. like
Drug Czar and the baby-Pah
The M-8 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down the parmesan
to comb like Vietnam 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 armour
The godfather, the solver
Coming through with the 6 shell
Hot as
Guns skills reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the face carver

Drums of death hold your
you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the
G. with a click but nothin' but N-S & Chicanos
You get hit up like
italiano like familia
N- get familiar
Me and my goons might have to you
Up in New
We play bloodsports at home
And down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome
G Rap and Dj Shadow leave bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, no shorts
We judge and jury in the home
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad
whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N-S rest in
Headed in hell's
Lost at the and intersection
Should've a vest for chest protection
Slug you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the velocity of Butch Cassidy
N- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin'

of death