Luyện nghe bài hát Showdown

Run around downtown, cliques down in the mix
Clowns and showdowns
Battle grounds all break down, worlds down
Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get
our own gangster sound

Static kingdoms break you and your shallow
shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin' snakes, Im as as the stakes
ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, homes wait
Street we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is get them and you

Out of frictions comes static mad panic
In the streets, the battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, were fighting police
Resulting, theyre our biggest

of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up, awhile
Fist crash, clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask, doing brain

Look out for the
Crazy in the head, locos bout to down
Look out for the
in the head, locos bout to throw down

Watch out, look out, out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow
Give me fifty feet or
Keep your eye on the of the beretta

The lead to wetcha
Spread your body parts all the continent
Im a dominant mothafucka, but youre the
Turn around, put hands on the side

Are you aligned by the sunshine on gun?
The outcome, youre just another one
into the heavens, hit by the 5 7
Ass end scraping, illuminating the whole

all flock in anticipation
Youre rolled by the dayton
Now I see hand shaking
You out of this situation

Look out for the
Crazy in the head, bout to throw down
out for the showdown
Crazy in the head, locos bout to down

Images of war weapons, the presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where youre
Deadly the home of all showdowns
Come my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums

It one on one no more, it's gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists, so whats the
wars, severe scars, if youre just like me
Youre defending whats yours, no loss

heavy duty like tanks
This is my two shanks
styles point blank
You think my music is like Tony Montana

marijuana con Santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna all the enemys sorrow
I the block with the music maniac
Tied locos seekin' that warpath

Why dont punks be legit, they'll all bring in their head
A psycho shoot some dead
the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your a psycho realm

My strategy, assault
Runnin' through your in cliques of three
Smokin' in the on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look

out for the showdown
Crazy in the head, locos to throw down
Look out for the
in the head, locos bout to throw down

Look out for the
Crazy in the head, locos bout to down
out for the showdown
Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw