Luyện nghe bài hát House of Flying Daggers

He he he he, nobody is going to you now

Soldiers in the front, let the heat
Troops on the left, to the death
Fam on the right, lights
Wolves in the back, to attack
Soldiers in the front, let the pump

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

pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The on with the make-up and all
six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride
Bolt his gun off, from your horse, she lied
Fly criteria, me in Africa
With whips and spears, and diamonds out of Syria
A true don, only I could do
Rock fitted hats, get crack and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, blow regardless
Resume is straight up live, I niggas 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 be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops
Yo, I'm an ill dude, been a real dude
Don't around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo

in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the
Fam on the right, infrared
Wolves in the back, to attack, for what

Soldiers in the front, let the pump
Troops on the left, to the death
Fam on the right, lights
in the back, ready to attack, for what

Leather jackets on, rocked up rock
bank robbers, the plan gold up, we pop guards
The team eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't scared
To on niggas, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they
Elbow, wrists, they get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet, stupid live
Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor jumpers
The train hats fit me
Rae job is to make sure the coke is
While I 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, robes is up, under the doo-rag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three fade is clean cut

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

He he, basic kung fu is no good
You can't move enough
And you don't have enough
And your body movements are a string climb
too easy for me to trip you up

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