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
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with 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
pimp, hat with 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 capitalize you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
fucked up boy
I'll catch you for the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, true
My life upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, forever lose
Youre the excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
than the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your 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 shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a