Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the where the rope and the Colt are king*
1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up 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 your in
I almost got in jail cause youre a turncoat tattletale
snake rat, your legal battle failed
Ive all the rules, old-school gangster
me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you with your jewels
Like a rips through, my whole crew flips you
Money you try to son me and Ill solar you
Fuck you up like a polar shift, steal your
Hardcore pimp, hat the brim, Fillmore Slim
Youre too to work a gun son, it exploded
youre the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I capitalize slapping you guys, you could be the 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
Thugcore cowboy, somebody gets
Somebody up boy
catch you for duffing the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef myself, true that
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are
2:]
Youll never be victorious, forever lose
Youre the sorriest excuse of a warrior the hoods ever
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a tourist a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, catch you
Grab you by your collar, scared wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you slick? Im
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still 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 while you got bad kismet
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, orbit my fat
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick