Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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Killing that sidewind
Tripping on & Drive-Bys
Walk around
an entire eighth in five lines
Five nines, hit you five
I'll rise the grave seven days after I die to spit flames
Spit fireballs, spit
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding under cop cars
Arms dealers I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA they take they from the Bible
Jesus specialised in weapons and bio-robotics
Met him in he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho, that went
He sold black market at the CIA store
They introduced me to they bro
out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses
Then told me bout Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other
They was after me, they was asking mad
Jesus tells me he suspects they were by the Russians
I always thought that was cousins
Who gives a fuck? them faggots, when I see them I'ma buck them

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

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Blowing up buildings like Durden
My perverted
Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are
Extroverted Wild Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to levels
I hire devils to other devils
I the funds expensive? never any
Shoot outs of my Uncle, Forever bubble
the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche
Catching head from this whore, I met at the store
Jesus had the and that bitch from Tahiti
That liked to swallow and sip some Martini
A disturbed past, all types of terrorism
I know how to dispense gas through televisions
Patrick and Adriana Sage
Undercover FBI agents that great, and give fanastic brains
Adriana Gave me a platinum
A mercenary in this game, I Skyjacked the plane

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Assasins get fazed, thrown in stealth
Exploding pays, it's gangsta
You fucking faggots the next phase
get your dome X-rayed
Kidnap you los pepes
'Til the chrome Tec
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, smoke pot, with bitches so hot
go to the Grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole
Cyanide now or later she on candy
I the goriest massacres
Bizzary to
No story is

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