Luyện nghe bài hát Target Practice

1:]
We come guns like the young sons of Satan
Some occasions gun play into the equations
Gotta keep the chrome for home and break-ins
Go to your location with no
Quick to pick up the Glocks, the clip to the top
Kill the too little too big to adopt
Got a whole lot of souls, pick of the crop
Tape playing the oldies you hear the click and the pop
It's but ice in my veins, the devil has a mic in my brain
Has a lot of good to retain
What's not to like about the guy who had Christ
I have the right to gripe and complain
I have to the remains, I have to get Tide for the stains
I to buy ties that can bind and restrain
I have to find lives to
I'm looking for a homicide, offering a from the rain

Yo el camino hacia ti, yo buscare el camino a? tu? amor
2:]
All you motherfuckers is numbered
Attack the winter and I slay the
Pressure bust god, I don't pay the plumber
Y'all don't put me to sleep, it's more of a state of
Pimp shit, smash skins like your drummer
I'm a and a shooter do what a shooter please
A history of the broken land of the
I spit a and a motherfucking computer freeze
The right hand is a bomb, it'll you two MCs
It's suicide rapper you can from Judas trees
We destroy and while y'all just shoot the breeze
Me and are separated by two degrees
The army gear is and the boots are trees
The kevlar isn't a problem, I'll shoot his knees
I a Panerai watch, y'all are boosting tees
Dirty money on the block, I with ease
Y'all can't afford a sixteen, I'm charging fees

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