Luyện nghe bài hát Slum Chemist

I know how people fuckin' think out there and fuck, it's gotta be that way. They gotta tell ya that 'Thou shalt not kill' shit n' all that. But that's not the way the world works 'cause I'm out there every day livin' it. Who the fuck knows what God wants?

We can be as different as we wanna be, but you kill people!

who?!

The God of the
The King
Boxcutter

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I like to (??), me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, bullets (??) by
My blood 'G' code, seen my dad cry
And bleed your block 'till the cash dry
You in fuckin' Babylon and ask why
Your arms too to box God, that's why
So watch your big mouth turn a cracked eye
Watch your big house turn into a sty
'em to the devil, let his ass fry
Heavy metal on another that's I

I let my young boy you from bad vibes
Reincarnated rat from a life
I drink a 40, ????? I grab Syze
For every (??) cop, Vinny stash
You askin' for forgiveness? You ask (??)

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It's P
I'm the biggest dog in the
It's P
Ain't no one can with the God
It's P
You should fuck with the monster
It's P
You crash la-la-la-bamba

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This is forty-five caliber
Pound my like a gorilla so all the other savages know
Im ravenous
Jack you the rachet for dough
Marquis de Sade a sado-masochist flow
We tappin' ho
And the biscuit where I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches where this faggot dick at
I ain't never left the fuckin' crib the (?)
Ain't nobody a homicidal (?)
If you've got the Army gear then you the boots
If you're talkin' bout an then you need the troops
It's all war here, I never seen a truce
I'm callin' Maserati Mazzi, I don't a coupe
This here? This the duffel that I carry
Pistolvania most since Larry Holmes
I run a bunch of (?) and they carry chrome
a body bag to put the pussy that you carry home

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