Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

Yo, lord, that first Wu
You know it is, it's that muthafucking
made, high powered, special made 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 if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
Chain from rent days and pumping
Wire cell with valor's on, drawers is
I do this, forever nigga, raw

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, come through
Unless your vehicle, three hundred chain,
Laying in the park with the killas, the Coupes and
No rims, we ball for the millions

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

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 pair of goggles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)