Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get fast after I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle rat, your legal battle 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 solar you
you up like a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to a gun son, it exploded
youre the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are
Thugcore cowboy, somebody beat
fucked up boy
I'll you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, 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 the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
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 shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick