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
Take ya'll to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh shit

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

Aiyo, aiyo that fly with 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 little, nigga

Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from
came from rent days and pumping
Wire cell valor's on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw

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

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

I got butter like 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 and the roasters
come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, in the town
Your get tested and gun play is only an investment

shooters, eye-wear Rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five students
cops they know him
(They say a swordsman)
You already that, man

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

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

I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in 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 knives
Come through huddling, run the spot thirty times
All my old school 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 cedar toasters
It's going down, in the town
Your heart get tested and gun play is only an

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)