Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

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

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a meat
on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a buck, the fuck
(They say a swordsman)
Get little, nigga

Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from
Chain came from rent and pumping
Wire with valor's on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, come through
your vehicle, three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killas, the and villains
No rims, we ball for the millions

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

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

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

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

Diamond up, double O sevens, through, 1-8-7
to the Hill in a second, yeah
Sons in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, where ya

Hurricane slammers, clips and cannons
Back of the building the jammers
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, well
Who don't like Keep shells

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

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

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the
Can't come through cedar toasters
It's going down, in the town
Your get tested and gun play is only an investment

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)