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 you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I smash your 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, you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, 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 capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, Ill do that
Beef myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king
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Youll never be victorious, 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 the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by collar, holler scared wallow down the stairs
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 look like your mother you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick