Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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Killing that sidewind
Tripping on Jakes &
around high
Sniff an entire in five lines
Five nines, hit you five
I'll rise from the seven days after I die to spit flames
Spit fireballs, volcanoes
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs cop cars
Arms dealers that I met I nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA they take names from the Bible
Jesus specialised in chemical weapons and
Met him in Cairo he was with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho, went AWOL
He sold black market organs at the CIA
They introduced me to they bro
Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze
Then they told me bout Ish and
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other
They was me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus tells me he suspects they hired by the Russians
I always thought that they was
Who gives a fuck? fuck them faggots, when I see them buck them

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It's a hijacking, when I that pilot in the eye, laughing
the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more Halle Berry showing off tits
it's real, Swiss bank and terrorists

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Blowing up buildings Tyler Durden
My perverted
Eight women orgies, congressmens wives are dirty
Extroverted like Wild Wild strippers
And death lifts us, to levels
I devils to kill other devils
I the funds expensive? any troubles
outs because of my Uncle, Forever bubble
Bombed the airport, jetted in the red Porsche
Catching head from this whore, that I met at the
Jesus had the Lamborghini and bitch from Tahiti
That liked to swallow and sip some Martini
A disturbed past, involving all types of
I know how to nerve gas through televisions
Tera and Adriana Sage
Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic
Gave me a platinum chain
A in this savage game, I Skyjacked the plane

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Assasins get fazed, thrown in planes
Exploding death pays, gangsta
You fucking know the next phase
You'll get your dome
Kidnap you like los
'Til the Tec spray
You get pussy, I own sex
It's God's will, fuck with me you get shot and
Chopped into and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville
Globetrot, pot, with bitches that so hot
They go to the Grammys wearing a see through and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole
now or later she choking on candy
I choreographed the massacres
to Africa
No story is

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