Luyện nghe bài hát Thugcore Cowboy

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land 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 law-abiding citizen, Im a I get it in
Ill get acquitted fast I smash your fitted in
I almost got trapped in jail cause a turncoat tattletale
Battle snake rat, legal battle failed
Ive broken all the rules, gangster
Provoke me and Ill smoke you with the tools, choke you your jewels
Like a molar rips through, my 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 with the brim, Fillmore
too stupid to work a gun son, it exploded
Cause youre the type to clean a gun out while its
I slapping you guys, you could be the best rapper
Im the best clapper

My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land the rope and the Colt are king
Thugcore cowboy, gets beat
fucked up boy
I'll 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 and the Colt are king
2:]
Youll never be victorious, youll forever
Youre the sorriest excuse of a the hoods ever produced
Im glorious, I remain the goriest
Pop a with a Taurus, the slug tore through the chest
Ghetto like a dollar cab, you solitaire
Grab you by your collar, holler scared down the stairs
Trying to vic me shorty? You think you Im WD-40
than the oil of a Saudi
Youre still in your nest, your father molests you
baby, you look like your mother dressed you
Backslap you, bitch-smack you, cop pleas, screaming, please!
Baseball bat pop
Im the shiznit you got bad kismet
You do bad business, futures cataclysmic
Shoot you the gat quick, orbit my fat prick
the satellite Sputnikll suck a dick