Luyện nghe bài hát Target Practice

1:]
We come guns blazing the young sons of Satan
occasions gun play comes into the equations
Gotta the chrome for home invasions and break-ins
Go to location with no notification
Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the to the top
Kill the kids too too big to adopt
Got a whole lot of souls, pick of the crop
Tape playing the when you hear the click and the pop
nothing but ice in my veins, the devil has a mic in my brain
Has a lot of good advice to
What's not to about the guy who had Christ slain?
I don't the right to gripe and complain
I have to the remains, I have to get Tide for the stains
I have to buy ties that can bind and
I have to find lives to
I'm looking for a homicide, a ride from the rain

Yo buscare el camino ti, yo buscare el camino a? tu? amor
2:]
All you motherfuckers is numbered
Attack the winter and I the summer
Pressure pipes god, I don't pay the plumber
Y'all don't put me to sleep, more of a state of slumber
shit, smash skins like your favourite drummer
I'm a shooter and a do what a shooter please
A of the broken land of the Sudanese
I spit a verse and a motherfucking freeze
The right hand is a bomb, cost you two MCs
suicide rapper you can hang from Judas trees
We and rebuild 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 just his knees
I rock a watch, y'all are boosting tees
Dirty money on the block, I recoup ease
Y'all afford a sixteen, I'm charging stupid fees

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