Luyện nghe bài hát Butter Knives

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

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

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

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

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come
Unless your vehicle, hundred chain, silly
in the park with the killas, the Coupes and villains
No rims, we just ball for the

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

I got butter knives like you got knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty
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
It's going down, only in the
heart get tested and gun play is only an investment

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

up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
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 and cannons
Back of the building the jammers
well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well
Who don't like beefing? shells

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

I got butter 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
come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, in the town
Your heart get tested and gun play is an investment

Get down,
(They say a swordsman)