Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king*
1:]
My bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I smash your in
I got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal battle
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with your
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
you up like a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause the type 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 where the rope 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 in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll be victorious, youll forever lose
Youre the excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I the goriest
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
to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your molests you
Test-tube baby, you look your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite suck a dick