Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up a pull-up
Carve you a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your 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 cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore
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 best clapper

My depends upon 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
catch 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 and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll be victorious, youll forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the ever produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, scared wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
than the oil of a Saudi
Youre still breastfed in nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick