Luyện nghe bài hát Slum Chemist

I know how people fuckin' think out and fuck, it's gotta be that way. They gotta tell ya that 'Thou shalt not kill' shit n' all that. But that's not the way the world works 'cause I'm out there every fuckin' day livin' it. Who the fuck knows what God wants?

We can be as different as we wanna be, but you kill people!

who?!

The God of the
The King
Boxcutter

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I to (??), consider me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, (??) pass by
My blood 'G' code, never my dad cry
And I'ma bleed your block 'till the dry
You in fuckin' Babylon and ask why
Your arms too to box God, that's why
So watch your big turn into a cracked eye
Watch your big house turn into a sty
'em to the devil, let his ass fry
Heavy on another level that's I

I let my boy trash you from bad vibes
rat from a past life
I a 40, ????? then I grab Syze
For (??) cop, Vinny stash five
You askin' for You should ask (??)

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It's P
I'm the dog in the yard
It's P
Ain't no one can fuck the God
It's P
You should fuck with the monster
Vinny P
You like la-la-la-bamba

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This is caliber flow
Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the savages know
Im though
you with the rachet for dough
Marquis de Sade a painful flow
We tappin' ho
And the biscuit where I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches askin' where faggot dick at
I never left the fuckin' crib without the (?)
nobody above a homicidal (?)
If you've got the Army gear then you the boots
If you're talkin' bout an Army then you the troops
It's all war here, I never seen a truce
I'm callin' Maserati Mazzi, I mean a coupe
This here? This the duffel I carry bones
Pistolvania most underrated Larry Holmes
I run a bunch of (?) and they carry chrome
Here's a body bag to put the pussy that you carry

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