Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

Yo, lord, first Wu shit
You know what it is, that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, special forces
What up, what up, up?

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

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

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

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in dome
Get your rushed and I ain't got a gun on
High power who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the of the hustling

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

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

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

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

Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and
Back of the with the jammers
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, well
Who like beefing? Keep shells

I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in heart
Play of this in detail
Well mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
Pop up on spots and
(They say a swordsman)

I got butter knives like you got knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty
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
Can't come through with cedar
It's going down, in the town
Your heart get tested and gun play is only an

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)