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 bullets you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I your fitted in
I got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle rat, your legal battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my crew flips you
you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the rapper
Im the best alive

My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, gets beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do
Beef handling myself, true
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the 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 glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore through the
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your mother you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick