Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

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

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