Luyện nghe bài hát Chamber Spins Three

It's a motherfucking homicide, deserts
A shotgun right where it hurts
From the inside, the ones you can
You got to a serious bust

You you were a hustler, a boy that was rude
But now you're in the dirt, can of underground worm
Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would
Well, you took the wrong path, now your is in the past

Your name is in the

Another fucking lowlife connected to the
A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be
one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath
The whole police covered up he was a thief

the city's finest, caught in deepest shit
Never thought the day would come, bang, a hit
You yourself the finest in the city, huh?
For scum like you, I have no pity

No fucking pity, you fucking scumbag of shit
Die,

and scamming, distribute all your poison
You yourself a man, well, you're nothing but a boy, son
Real man works hard, starves to climb the
Not for money, on the corner selling dope

Money everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control own life or greed controlled you?
For the that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems, this is the system and I'm to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and the other way

Everybody scratches and tries to get
You took the easy way, it is easy being
The chamber spins three, the trigger, then you pull it
The game is called and you just won the bullet

Pushing and scamming, distribute all poison
You call yourself a man, well, nothing but a boy, son
Real man hard, starves to climb the ropes
Not for money, on the corner selling dope

Money everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control your own life or greed controlled
For the that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems, this is the system and I'm to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the way
On both sides of the law, justice has been
Not by a and jury but by the trigger of a gun

So it seems, is the system and I'm sorry to say
pay the cops to turn and look the other way
On both sides of the law, has been done
Not by a judge and jury but by the of a gun

The spins three