Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I your fitted in
I almost got in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
a molar rips through, my whole crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
you up like a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out while its
I slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, gets beat
fucked up boy
I'll you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef myself, true 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
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever
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 down the
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still breastfed in nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look your mother dressed you
you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a