Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

(They say a swordsman)
Back to that fly
(They say a swordsman)
Silicone good shit, right here, boy
More money on this right here, boy
Take ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh

Yo, lord, that Wu shit
You know what it is, it's that
Special made, high powered, special forces
What up, up, what up?

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a meat
Swing on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun
Leave him with a buck, what the
(They say a swordsman)
Get that little,

Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run nothing
Chain came from rent and pumping
Wire cell with valor's on, drawers is
I do this, forever nigga, raw

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't through
your vehicle, three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killas, the Coupes and
No rims, we just for the millions

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they
Get your throne and I ain't got a gun on
power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the of the hustling

I got butter knives you got butter knives
through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do it do
I got a sixty-two, a black of goggles

approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't through with cedar toasters
going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested and gun play is only an

Flying shooters, eye-wear
Stars and swords in front of the building, five students
cops they know him
(They say a swordsman)
You already that, man

Diamond up, double O sevens, come through,
Back to the Hill in a second,
Sons jump in front of bullets, push me up in the bullet
cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?

Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and
Back of the building with the
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep
Who like beefing? Keep shells

I flow the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play of this in detail
Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas down
Pop up on spots and
(They say a swordsman)

I got butter knives like you got butter
Come through huddling, run through the spot times
All my niggas old robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black of goggles

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar
It's going down, only in the
Your heart get and gun play is only an investment

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)