Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king*
1:]
My deluxe lift you fucks up like a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted after I smash your fitted in
I got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, legal battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out its loaded
I slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the clapper alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, gets beat
fucked up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do
Beef myself, true that
My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the sorriest of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, catch you
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in your nest, father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a