Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Ghostface

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

[Interlude: 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 for meat
I'm jumping out cars, I'm you permanent stars
Your hardest nigga, you compare 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 truck getting tailed
It's like week, one of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, piss test
Got parole on us, then wanna on us
I'm at my momma sleep, who told on us?
I'm sick to death, I'm on in the streets
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, like he first met cha

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