Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Ghostface

[Ghostface
Greasy, blades, shots spray, military
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, day
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands,
I know why, why? all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way across
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't that weight
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they I flake
I smash ya'll muthafuckas a seedless grape
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart
me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you snakes
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', the way
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a
Bitch ass nigga for sale, Magilla
Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I men, though"

Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)]
Aiyo, (What up, dog?)
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, up!

[Sheek
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, drunk and they trying to eat
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for
I'm jumping out cars, I'm you permanent stars
hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours
I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing dates
I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep tailed
It's every week, one of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, test failed
Got parole on us, then wanna on us
I'm at my crib sleep, who told on us?
I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the
Like in Back to the Future, the car left
clap for me, fuck, rap for me
Yo, them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me
Het wet ya, and throw the
On his face, like when he met cha

Killah]
Yo, me and drug heads like a bottle of Goose
I had my road follow your troops
game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll the flu
Crack heads get knocked out, in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he even move
Cereal box is and ratchets, in the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled coke head classics
Dope money, flood me of kush, heavy drags
Bodegas, I'm mad, my sister Patty's a butch
Guns come out like my mother's teeth, how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming smothered beef
From eight-ball jackets to cops and
My last drug run, I in two bricks to garbage
I wash my in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers
Black jewels trucking, come through bummy