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' n' all that. But that's not the way the world works 'cause I'm out there every fuckin' day livin' it. Who the fuck knows what God wants?

We can be as different as we wanna be, but you kill people!

who?!

The God of the
The King
Boxcutter

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I like to (??), me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, bullets (??) by
My blood 'G' code, never my dad cry
And I'ma bleed your block the cash dry
You in fuckin' Babylon and ask why
Your too short to box God, that's why
So watch big mouth turn into a cracked eye
Watch big house turn into a smashed sty
'em to the devil, let his ass fry
Heavy on another level that's I

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

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It's P
I'm the dog in the yard
It's P
Ain't no one can with the God
It's P
You should fuck with the monster
It's P
You crash la-la-la-bamba

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This is caliber flow
Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the savages know
Im though
you with the rachet for dough
Marquis de a painful sado-masochist flow
We your ho
And keep the biscuit I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches askin' where this dick at
I ain't never the fuckin' crib without the (?)
Ain't above a homicidal (?)
If you've got the gear then you need the boots
If you're talkin' an Army then you need the troops
all war over here, I never seen a truce
I'm Maserati Mazzi, I don't mean a coupe
This here? This the duffel I carry bones
Pistolvania most underrated since Holmes
I run with a bunch of (?) and they chrome
Here's a body bag to put the pussy you carry home

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