Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

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

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a cleaver
Swing on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun
Leave him a buck, what the fuck
(They say a swordsman)
Get little, nigga

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

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come
Unless vehicle, three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park the killas, the Coupes and villains
No rims, we just ball for the

The of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed and I 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 spot times
All my niggas old robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black of goggles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)