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 across
The pamphlet read, seven to nine, don't hold that weight
just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to back I flake
I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless
And niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates
Feel me? double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma, I cut the on you fucking snakes
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', the way
Go-Go down, with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like
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, they drunk and trying to eat
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for
I'm jumping out cars, I'm you permanent stars
Your hardest nigga, you can't him to ours
I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing dates
I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey late
I'm hot as fuck, my keep getting tailed
It's like week, one of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, piss test
Got parole on us, then roll on us
I'm at my momma sleep, who told 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 niggas on the Island, get for me
Het wet ya, and throw the
On his face, when he first met cha

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