Luyện nghe bài hát House of Flying Daggers

He he he he, nobody is going to you now

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

I pop off a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the
wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source
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 plot for
Seen that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the on the project wall?
Won't stop til I them all
Wanna me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all
Cause I ain't on the for talk
The Rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is
The General, watch board

Deep with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The cameras on with the and all
Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, whoadie ride
his gun off, from know your horse, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in
With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of
A true don, only I could do
fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'mma blow
Resume is straight up live, I shank up for larger E's
And speak the youth in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop
All hip hoppers 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, been a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will on you and kill you in the field, boo

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

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

Leather jackets on, rocked up stars
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan up, we pop guards
The team eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't scared
To dump on niggas, our is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they
Elbow, wrists, shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop,
got gear in the closet, that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor
The train hats fit me
Rae job is to make sure the is fluffy
While I politic his birthday bash Puffy
Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as as King Tut (yeah, yeah)
Slippers, is minked up, under the doo-rag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My dimensional fade is clean 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 in this bitch or what, don't get it twisted, we
Twist it up and even mixed dust
See these can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, can't forget the cuts
Got a line of classic 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 placed inside Ol' Bastard's urn
When it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga to war
What you I brought these soldiers for?
To send shot like forget me not, at any
Respect, bitch, figure they goin' get me got

He he, basic kung fu is no good
You move fast enough
And you don't enough strength
And your movements are like a string climb
It's too for me to trip you up

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