Luyện nghe bài hát Slum Chemist

I know how people fuckin' think out there and fuck, it's gotta be that way. They gotta tell ya that 'Thou shalt not kill' shit n' all that. But that's not the way the world works 'cause I'm out there every day livin' it. Who the fuck knows what God wants?

We can be as different as we wanna be, but you can't people!

who?!

The God of the
The King
Boxcutter

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I to (??), consider me the bad guy
Big everywhere, bullets (??) pass by
My blood 'G' code, seen my dad cry
And I'ma bleed your block 'till the dry
You live in fuckin' and ask why
arms too short to box God, that's why
So your big mouth turn into a cracked eye
Watch your big house turn into a sty
'em to the devil, let his ass fry
Heavy metal on another that's I

I let my young boy trash you bad vibes
rat from a past life
I drink a 40, ????? then I grab
For every (??) cop, Vinny stash
You askin' for forgiveness? You ask (??)

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It's P
I'm the dog in the yard
Vinny P
Ain't no one can fuck the God
Vinny P
You never fuck with the monster
Vinny P
You crash like

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This is forty-five flow
Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the other savages
Im ravenous
Jack you with the rachet for
Marquis de Sade a sado-masochist flow
We your ho
And keep the biscuit I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches askin' where this faggot at
I ain't left the fuckin' crib without the (?)
nobody above a homicidal (?)
If got the Army gear then you need the boots
If you're bout an Army then you need the troops
It's all war here, I never seen a truce
I'm callin' Maserati Mazzi, I mean a coupe
This here? This the duffel that I carry
most underrated since Larry Holmes
I run with a of (?) and they carry chrome
a body bag to put the pussy that you carry home

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