Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a tattletale
Battle rat, your legal battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar through, my whole crew flips 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
too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
cowboy, somebody gets beat
Somebody up boy
catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, true
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still in your nest, your father molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick