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 Colt are
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up 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 I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, you with your jewels
a molar rips through, my whole crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar 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 the type 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 where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, Ill do that
Beef 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, forever lose
the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I the goriest
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
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 while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick