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 you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get fast after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, legal battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
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 eclipse you
Fuck you up like a shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out while its
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 land where the 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 upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll forever
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods produced
Im vain glorious, I the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the tore through the chest
Ghetto like a 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 in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick