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 like a
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 in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal battle
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
Fuck you up like a shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to 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 best
Im the best 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 gets
fucked up boy
I'll catch you for the street, yeah Ill do that
handling myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore through the
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a