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 this right here, boy
ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh shit

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

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly a meat cleaver
Swing on a young nigga, smack at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a buck, 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
cell with valor's on, drawers is colorful
I do this, nigga, raw style

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

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

I got butter knives you got butter knives
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

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

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

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

slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building the jammers
Live well, eat well, to the Terrordome, sleep well
Who don't like Keep shells

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

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

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

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)