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 a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole 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 you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody beat
fucked up boy
I'll catch you for the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow the stairs
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
still 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, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick