Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you up like a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I smash fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause youre a turncoat
Battle snake rat, your legal battle
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal skins
pimp, hat with the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out while its
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
I'll you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore 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 in your nest, your father molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
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 suck a dick