Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast I smash your fitted in
I got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with jewels
Like a molar rips through, my crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
Fuck you up a polar shift, steal your skins
pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to 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 clapper 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 beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do
handling myself, true that
My life depends my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug through the chest
Ghetto like a cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow 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 your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick