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 bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get fast after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a rips through, my whole crew 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 type to clean a gun out while its
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the rapper
Im the best alive

My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
fucked up boy
I'll you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
handling myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll be victorious, youll forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared wallow down the
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
than the oil of a Saudi
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 while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite suck a dick