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 not kill' shit 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 Lion
Boxcutter

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

I let my boy trash you from bad vibes
Reincarnated rat a past life
I drink a 40, ????? then I grab
For every (??) cop, stash five
You askin' for forgiveness? You 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
Vinny P
You should never with the monster
Vinny P
You crash like

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This is forty-five caliber
Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the savages know
Im though
Jack you with the rachet for
Marquis de Sade a painful flow
We tappin' ho
And keep the biscuit I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches askin' where this faggot at
I ain't left the fuckin' crib without the (?)
Ain't nobody a homicidal (?)
If you've got the Army gear then you the boots
If talkin' bout 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 This the duffel that I carry bones
Pistolvania most underrated since Larry
I run with a bunch of (?) and they carry
Here's a body bag to put the that you carry home

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