Luyện nghe bài hát Target Practice

1:]
We come guns blazing the young sons of Satan
Some occasions gun comes into the equations
Gotta keep the chrome for home and break-ins
Go to location with no notification
to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top
Kill the kids too little too big to
Got a whole lot of lost souls, of the crop
Tape playing the oldies when you 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 advice to
What's not to like the guy who had Christ slain?
I don't the right to gripe and complain
I have to hide the remains, I have to get Tide for the
I have to buy ties that can and restrain
I have to lives to attain
I'm looking for a homicide, offering a from the rain

Yo buscare el hacia ti, yo buscare el camino a? tu? amor
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All you motherfuckers is numbered
Attack the winter and I the summer
Pressure pipes god, I don't pay the plumber
Y'all put me to sleep, it's more of a state of slumber
shit, smash skins like your favourite drummer
I'm a shooter and a shooter do a shooter please
A history of the broken land of the
I a verse and a motherfucking computer freeze
The hand is a bomb, it'll cost you two MCs
It's suicide you can hang from Judas trees
We destroy and while y'all just shoot the breeze
Me and Buddha are separated by two
The army gear is military and the boots are
The kevlar a problem, I'll just shoot his knees
I rock a watch, y'all are boosting tees
Dirty on the block, I recoup with ease
Y'all can't a sixteen, I'm charging stupid fees

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