Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Killah]

[Ghostface
Greasy, razor blades, spray, military
Armor, keep packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands,
I know why, why? all gay, pop off head
Get top rocked, way across state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold weight
just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I
I smash muthafuckas like a seedless grape
And hang niggas some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking
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
in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"

[Interlude: Killah (Sheek Louch)]
Aiyo, (What up, dog?)
one of them niggas, nigga, word up!

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

Killah]
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a of Goose
I had my road dogs follow your
game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick, my high body the flu
Crack get knocked out, right in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine
My fiends'll box filled with 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, watch how I'm throwing
The leg gravy be steaming over beef
From jackets to cops and robbers
My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to
I my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers
jewels trucking, still come through bummy