Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up a pull-up
Carve you a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal battle
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you
Fuck you up a polar shift, steal your 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 while its
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best 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, gets beat
Somebody up boy
catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My depends upon my gun and my gun spells 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 a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a