Luyện nghe bài hát Showdown

Run around downtown, cliques throw in the mix
Clowns and infinite
grounds all break down, worlds upside down
Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get
With our own sound

Static kingdoms break you and manhood shallow
With shanks of metal
fuckin' snakes, Im as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, homes
Street we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get and you

Out of frictions comes causing mad panic
In the streets, the dramatic increase
We see more wars, less peace, were fighting police
Resulting, theyre our enemies

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 bash

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

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

The comin' to wetcha
Spread body parts all over the continent
Im a dominant mothafucka, but the opposite
Turn around, put hands on the side

Are you aligned by the on your gun?
The outcome, youre just one soul
Flyin' the heavens, hit by the 5 7
Ass end scraping, the whole block

They all flock in
Youre rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand
You walked out of situation

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

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

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

Were heavy duty like
is my two chrome shanks
Criminal point blank
You think my music is crazy Tony Montana

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

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

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

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

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