Luyện nghe bài hát House of Flying Daggers

He he he he, nobody is to save you now

Soldiers in the front, let the heat
Troops on the left, fight to the
Fam on the right, infrared
in the back, ready to attack
Soldiers in the front, let the heat

I pop off a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the
F-B-I wanna watch the force, trying to my source
Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the
No respect for the cops and
In the land where own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the on the project wall?
Won't til I copped them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, shots and all
Cause I ain't on the clock for
The Rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is
The General, watch your

Deep with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The cameras on with the and all
six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride
Bolt his gun off, know your horse, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in
With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of
A true don, only I do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, blow regardless
Resume is straight up live, I shank up for larger E's
And speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fruit in the crop
All these hip eat cock
You can see me in the street or the
I'd rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a dude
fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo

Soldiers in the front, let the heat
on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared
in the back, ready to attack, for what

Soldiers in the front, let the heat
on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for

Leather jackets on, rocked up rock
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan gold up, we pop
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we scared
To dump on niggas, our guns is
Usually we bust niggas with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, pop, pulverize
got gear in the closet, that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor
The hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to sure the coke is fluffy
I politic his birthday bash with Puffy
Bagged Nia soon as I up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah)
Slippers, is minked up, under the doo-rag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three dimensional fade is cut

Man, ya niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol
Split your melon like I split the
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for
Or for the cop that clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what, get it twisted, we
it up and even mixed with dust
See these can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they can't the cuts
Got a whole of classic joints, and while you at it
Pass the joint, let's push this music the point
Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the
Then placed inside Ol' Bastard's urn
When my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war
What you think I these soldiers for?
To shot like forget me not, at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that figure they get me got

He he, your kung fu is no good
You move fast enough
And you have enough strength
And your movements are like a string climb
It's too easy for me to you up

He he he, how's it feel,
It's no fair, I'm afraid my is broken
Ha ha ha, you got a lot to learn