Luyện nghe bài hát House of Flying Daggers

He he he he, nobody is to save you now

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

I pop off like a boss
Angel hair the lobster sauce, summertime can't 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, glocks and
the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and
In the land where own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things drop your jaw
My soldiers got in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Won't til I copped them all
Wanna me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all
Cause I ain't on the clock for
The Spot Rusher, blow down the 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 the make-up and all
Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she
Fly criteria, me in Africa
With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of
A true don, only I could do
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick joint
Retard-less, I'mma regardless
Resume is straight up live, I niggas up for larger E's
And speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fresh 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 sneakers with gwops
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a dude
Don't fuck around, I will on you and kill you in the field, boo

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

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

Leather jackets on, rocked up stars
Treacherous robbers, the plan gold up, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't
To dump on niggas, our guns is
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up joints
Elbow, wrists, they get cracked
We humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
got gear in the closet, that's stupid live
From Benetton skullies, Oshkosh conductor jumpers
The hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to make sure the is fluffy
While I politic his birthday bash with
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 minked up, the doo-rag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three fade is clean cut

Man, ya niggas shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your like I split the Dutch
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I come for fisticuffs
Or for the cop wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this or what, don't get it twisted, we
Twist it up and mixed with dust
See these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for
Scarred for life, can't forget the cuts
Got a line of classic joints, and while you at it
Pass the joint, let's push this music past the
Of no return, til they and burn, down 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 soldiers for?
To send shot like me not, at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that they goin' get me got

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

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