Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast after I smash fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
you up like a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you be the best rapper
Im the best alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king
Thugcore cowboy, gets beat
fucked up boy
I'll catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll lose
Youre the excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, 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 breastfed in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your mother you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick