Luyện nghe bài hát Clock The Hammer

I'm a hawk, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the victim
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you Deacon

Jones house, without the bones
I rolled ya up and you like bones
Split the and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, I'm not the Rolling Stones

But I get stoned with a little help my friends
With the gubla, then I passed it round to me again
I can make you like Amos
Same as the last punk, I stuck the gatt up his anus

me growl grrra, howl
I got the vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, homes I'll wet ya
Bury them under my home and

Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action

Take my weapon, step into a new realm
And back as I take up the helm
On the ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and just realize what hearin'

The cannon's
That's my companions
As my comes pounding
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' with the loc'ed out

Bust
a red beard with a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya get dusted
Your gatt rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I it

Yes, I know that you withstand it
Watch that ass punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you now
When my boot stuck in that ass a dildo

Cry on a pillow, that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the like Brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout
Gimme room as I light up the
the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a glock go like a camera?

Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action
the hammer
Cock the hammer, time for action

the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for
Cock the
Cock the hammer, it's for action