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 up like a pull-up
Carve you with a schmuck, Gemstar your grill up
Im not a law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted after 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
Provoke me and Ill 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 a polar shift, steal your skins
Hardcore pimp, hat with the brim, Slim
Youre too stupid to work a gun son, it
youre the type to clean a gun out while its loaded
I slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best alive

My life depends upon my gun and my gun hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, somebody beat
Somebody up boy
I'll catch you for the street, yeah Ill do that
Beef myself, true that
My depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll be victorious, youll forever lose
Youre the excuse of a warrior the hoods ever produced
Im vain glorious, I remain the
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a cab, catch you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler wallow down the stairs
Trying to vic me You think you slick? Im WD-40
Slicker than the oil of a
Youre still in your nest, your father molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, you, cop pleas, screaming, Stop please!
bat pop knees
Im the shiznit while you got bad
You do bad business, your cataclysmic
Shoot you with the gat quick, my fat prick
Like the satellite Sputnikll a dick