Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

(They say a swordsman)
Back to 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, that Wu shit
You know it is, it's that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, made forces
What up, what up, up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building the jammers
Live well, eat well, to the Terrordome, sleep well
Who like beefing? Keep shells

I flow with the souls of 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 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 black pair of

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

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)