Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you up like a pull-up
you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail youre a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, your battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, old-school
Provoke me and Ill you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my whole flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill eclipse you
Fuck you up a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, 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 clapper alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king
cowboy, somebody gets beat
Somebody up boy
catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef handling myself, that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever
Im vain glorious, I the goriest
Pop a tourist with a Taurus, the slug tore the chest
Ghetto a dollar cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, scared wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker the oil of a Saudi
Youre still in your nest, your father molests you
Test-tube baby, you look like your dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
you with the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll suck a