Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, your grill up
Im not a citizen, Im a rider I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast I smash your fitted in
I almost got in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your legal failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole crew you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal your
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Slim
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the type to 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
cowboy, somebody gets beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a the hoods ever produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug 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 shorty? You think you slick? Im
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
still breastfed in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your futures
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
Like the Sputnikll suck a dick