Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king*
1:]
My deluxe lift 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 after I smash your fitted in
I got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a rips through, my whole crew flips you
you try to son me and Ill solar eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Slim
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
youre the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the clapper 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
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life upon my gun and my gun spells hope 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 through the chest
like a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre breastfed in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite suck a dick