Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Armor

[Intro: Killah]

[Ghostface
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray,
Armor, keep packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, bitch niggas got sweet hands, word
I know why, why? all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold weight
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this
I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake
I ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart
Feel me? Shake 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, gone 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?)
one of them niggas, nigga, word up!

[Sheek
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they and they trying to eat
The hammers on 'em, and they out looking for meat
I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you stars
hardest 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 truck keep getting
It's every week, one of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, test failed
Got parole on us, 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, when the car
Ghost'll for me, fuck, rap for me
Yo, tell them on the Island, get strapped for me
Het wet ya, and the stocking
On his face, like he first met cha

[Ghostface
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads a bottle of Goose
I had my dogs follow your 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
'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move
Cereal box is and ratchets, in the cocaine spot
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, how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered
From eight-ball to cops and robbers
My last run, I threw in two bricks to garbage
I my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers
Black jewels trucking, still come bummy