Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Killah]

[Ghostface
Greasy, blades, shots spray, military
Armor, blaze packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, ya'll niggas got sweet hands, word
I know 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
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own lake
I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake
I smash muthafuckas like a seedless grape
And hang niggas some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates
me? Shake double earthquakes, give 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, with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass for sale, like Magilla
in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"

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

[Sheek
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and trying to eat
The hammers on 'em, and ain't out looking for meat
I'm out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars
Your hardest nigga, you compare him to ours
I'm on crates, I'm missing probation dates
I'm stuck this weight, my wifey period late
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting
It's like every week, one of mines jailed
bail, piss test failed
Got on us, then wanna roll on us
I'm at my momma sleep, who told on us?
I'm to death, I'm on fire in the streets
Like in Back to the Future, the car left
clap 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 he first 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 so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu
Crack get knocked out, right in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he even move
box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled with coke head
money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags
Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister a butch
Guns come out like my mother's teeth, how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered
From jackets to cops and robbers
My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to
I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on
Black jewels trucking, still through bummy