Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a
you with a Phillip 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 cause youre a tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you your jewels
Like a molar through, my whole crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal your
pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best rapper
Im the clapper alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king
cowboy, somebody gets beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, Ill do that
handling myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll be victorious, youll forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler wallow down the stairs
to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in your nest, your father you
Test-tube baby, you look like mother dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick