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
in the front, let the heat pump

I pop off like a boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I the Porsche
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 respect for the cops and
In the land where your own blood brother plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop jaw
My got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop til I them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray and all
Cause I on the clock for talk
The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for
Still break off the with raw, my stock is more
The General, watch your

Deep with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The cameras on the make-up and all
Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, whoadie ride
Bolt his gun off, from know horse, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in
With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of
A true don, I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and a sick blue joint
Retard-less, blow regardless
Resume is straight up live, I niggas up for larger E's
And speak with the in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop
All these hip eat cock
You can see me in the or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block or fresh sneakers with gwops
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will on you and kill you in the field, boo

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

Soldiers in the front, let the pump
Troops on the left, fight to the
Fam on the right, infrared
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
we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop,
Still got in the closet, that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor
The train fit me lovely
Rae job is to sure the coke is fluffy
While I politic his birthday bash with
Bagged Nia as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah)
Slippers, robes is minked up, the doo-rag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three fade is clean cut

Man, ya niggas ain't shit to us, still a bust
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 forget the
Got a whole line of joints, and while you at it
Pass the joint, let's this music past the point
Of no return, til they crash and burn, the ashes
Then placed inside Ol' Bastard's urn
it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war
What you think I brought these soldiers
To send shot like forget me not, at any
Respect, bitch, that figure they get me got

He he, basic kung fu is no good
You can't move fast
And you don't have strength
And body 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 back is
Ha ha ha, you got a lot to learn