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 fast after I your fitted in
I almost got in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar through, my whole crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal skins
pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king
cowboy, somebody gets beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, Ill do that
handling myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun 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 the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, catch you
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre breastfed in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick