Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I your fitted in
I almost got trapped in cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, you with your 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 polar shift, steal your
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
youre the type 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 the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll forever
the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by collar, holler scared wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, father molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick