Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I smash your in
I almost got in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole flips you
you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, your skins
pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out its loaded
I slapping 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 the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
fucked up boy
I'll 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 where the rope and the Colt are
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a with 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
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your father you
Test-tube baby, you like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick