Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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Killing snakes that
Tripping on Jakes &
Walk high
Sniff an entire eighth in lines
Five nines, hit you five
I'll rise from the grave seven days after I die to spit
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
specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
Met him in Cairo he was chilling with this guy
Ex-PLO Honcho, that went
He sold black market at the CIA store
They me to they bro Moses
Pulled out an of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses
Then told me bout Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the psychic
was after me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus tells me he they were hired by the Russians
I always thought that was cousins
Who gives a fuck? fuck them faggots, when I see I'ma buck them

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It's a hijacking, when I shot pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle showing off tits
it's real, bank acounts and terrorists

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Blowing up like Tyler Durden
My minds
Eight women orgies, congressmens wives are dirty
like Wild Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to higher
I hire to kill other devils
I the expensive? never any troubles
Shoot outs because of my Uncle, bubble
Bombed the airport, in the cherry red Porsche
Catching head from this whore, I met at the store
Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch Tahiti
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip Martini
A disturbed past, involving all types of
I know how to dispense nerve gas televisions
Tera Patrick and Sage
Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic
Adriana Gave me a platinum
A mercenary in this game, I Skyjacked the plane

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

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