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 deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a
Carve you with a schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get fast after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal battle
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill you with 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 shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
Youre too stupid to a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the best
Im the best alive

My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
I'll you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
the sorriest 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
Ghetto like a cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared down the stairs
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
still breastfed in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a