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 not kill' shit n' all that. But that's not the way the world works 'cause I'm out there every fuckin' 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 Lion
Pazzy

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I to (??), consider me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, (??) pass by
My 'G' code, never seen my dad cry
And bleed your block 'till the cash dry
You live in fuckin' and ask why
Your arms too to box God, that's why
So your big mouth turn into 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 trash you bad vibes
rat from a past life
I a 40, ????? then I grab Syze
For every (??) cop, stash five
You askin' for forgiveness? You ask (??)

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It's P
I'm the dog in the yard
It's P
no one can fuck with the God
It's P
You should never fuck with the
Vinny P
You crash like

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This is forty-five flow
my chest like a gorilla so all the other savages know
Im though
Jack you the rachet for dough
Marquis de a painful sado-masochist flow
We tappin' ho
And keep the biscuit I (?)
Pussy (?) bitches askin' this faggot dick at
I ain't left the fuckin' crib without the (?)
nobody above a homicidal (?)
If got the Army gear then you need the boots
If you're talkin' an Army then you need the troops
It's all war over here, I seen a truce
I'm callin' Maserati Mazzi, I mean a coupe
This This the duffel that I carry bones
Pistolvania underrated since Larry Holmes
I run with a bunch of (?) and they carry
Here's a body bag to put the pussy that you home

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