Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a tattletale
Battle rat, your legal battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
you up like a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best rapper
Im the clapper alive

My life depends my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
cowboy, somebody gets 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 hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll forever
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in your nest, father molests you
Test-tube baby, you like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a