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

Styles Al Pacino
Reno the carcelino
The mad with the cambino, the gambino
than Jim COlisemo
More reservoir than Tarantino
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 behind the
The poughkenoughs, the panama
Down with the
Ready to comb like with arms
'Cause the hollow-points and
The
The killer with the gold

The sweater-letter with the letter

The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and

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 face carver

Drums of hold your breath
Give you a dose of that's dope as soda
The underworld family
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 down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your torched
G Rap and Dj leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, no shorts
We judge and in the home court
Give you the corpse dead on the sidewalk
by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white
You got the section
First-class to resurrection
Forever destined to a place N-S never rest in
in hell's direction
Lost at the crossroads and
Should've a vest for chest protection
fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch N- with the audacity to me
Got yourself in a motha-fuckin' tragedy

of death