Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a cleaver
Swing on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun
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 from days and pumping
Wire cell with valor's on, is colorful
I do this, nigga, raw style

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

The emperor of slang lords, get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed and I got a gun on
High ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking the best of the hustling

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

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the and the roasters
come through with cedar toasters
It's down, only in the town
Your heart get and gun play is only an investment

Flying shooters, eye-wear
Stars and swords in of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine they know him
(They say a swordsman)
You know 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?

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 sharks and in they heart
Play parts of this in
Well carried mannered, blampers, black down
Pop up on and vanished
(They say a swordsman)

I got knives like you got butter 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 of goggles

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

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)