Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

(They say a swordsman)
Back to fly shit
(They say a swordsman)
Silicone Valley shit, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme here, boy
ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh shit

Yo, lord, that first Wu
You what it is, it's that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, made forces
What up, what up, up?

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly a meat cleaver
Swing on a young nigga, flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a buck, the fuck
(They say a swordsman)
Get that little,

Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run nothing
Chain from rent days and pumping
Wire cell with on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't through
Unless your vehicle, three chain, silly
in the park with the killas, the Coupes and villains
No rims, we just for the millions

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they
Get throne rushed and I ain't got a gun on
power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the

I got butter knives like you got butter
Come through huddling, run through the thirty times
All my niggas old robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black of goggles

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the
Can't come through with cedar
It's going down, in the town
Your heart get tested and gun is only an investment

Flying shooters, Rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, thousand students
Cocaine they know him
(They say a swordsman)
You know that, man

Diamond up, double O sevens, through, 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second,
Sons jump in front of them bullets, me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, ya weapon?

Hurricane slammers, clips and cannons
of the building with the jammers
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep
Who don't like beefing? shells

I with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play parts of this in
Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black
Pop up on and vanished
(They say a swordsman)

I got butter knives you got butter knives
through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do it do
I got a sixty-two, a black of goggles

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the
come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the
heart get tested and gun play is only an investment

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)