Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt 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 law-abiding citizen, Im a 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, legal battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you 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, your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the rapper
Im the clapper alive

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 duffing the street, yeah Ill do
Beef handling myself, true
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 tourist with a Taurus, the tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, catch you
Grab you by your collar, holler scared down the stairs
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in your nest, father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick