Luyện nghe bài hát Clock The Hammer

I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock
Speakin' to the punk-ass
the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like
Split the seed and grow you clones
Don't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Stones

But I get stoned with a little help my friends
With the gubla, then I passed it back to me again
I can you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his

me growl grrra, howl
I got the night vision just the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, homes I'll wet ya
Bury them bones under my and

Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, it's time for

Take my weapon, step into a whole new
And step back as I take up the
On the pirate ship I'm
into gear and just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon's
That's my surroundin'
As my crew comes
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' the loc'ed out Latin

that
You're a red beard a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya might get
Your gatt looks rusted,
Oh away, look away boy as I rush it

Yes, I know you can't withstand it
Watch that ass 'cause punk brand it
With a steel-toe, how you now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a

Cry on a pillow, that's willow
The got the skill for the static like Brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout
Gimme room as I up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white
Ever heard a glock go click a camera?

Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action

Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action