Luyện nghe bài hát Target Practice

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We guns blazing like the young sons of Satan
Some occasions gun play comes into the
Gotta keep the chrome for home invasions and
Go to your with no notification
Quick to up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top
Kill the too little too big to adopt
Got a lot of lost souls, pick of the crop
playing the oldies when you hear the click and the pop
It's nothing but ice in my veins, the has a mic in my brain
Has a lot of good to retain
not to like about the guy who had Christ slain?
I don't have the right to gripe and
I have to hide the remains, I have to get for the stains
I have to buy that can bind and restrain
I to find lives to attain
I'm looking for a homicide, offering a ride from the

Yo buscare el camino hacia ti, yo buscare el a? tu? amor
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All you motherfuckers is numbered
Attack the winter and I the summer
Pressure bust pipes god, I don't pay the
Y'all don't put me to sleep, it's more of a state of
Pimp shit, smash skins like favourite drummer
I'm a shooter and a shooter do what a shooter
A of the broken land of the Sudanese
I spit a verse and a motherfucking computer
The right hand is a bomb, it'll you two MCs
It's suicide rapper you can hang from trees
We destroy and while y'all just shoot the breeze
Me and are separated by two degrees
The gear is military and the boots are trees
The isn't a problem, I'll just shoot his knees
I rock a Panerai watch, y'all are tees
Dirty money on the block, I recoup with
Y'all can't afford a sixteen, I'm charging fees

Yo buscare el camino hacia ti, yo buscare el camino a? tu?