Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Ghostface

[Ghostface
Greasy, razor blades, spray, military
Armor, blaze packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, bitch niggas got sweet hands, word
I why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, hold that weight
just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they I flake
I smash muthafuckas like a seedless grape
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you snakes
Expose, tell, use a mo', round the way
Go-Go down, with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass nigga for sale, Magilla
Standing in the window, a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"

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

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

[Ghostface
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of
I had my dogs follow your troops
game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick, my temperature'll body the flu
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't move
Cereal box is and ratchets, in the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled with head classics
Dope money, flood me rags of kush, drags
Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister a butch
come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered
From eight-ball jackets to cops and
My last drug run, I in two bricks to garbage
I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, on Folgers
Black jewels trucking, still come through