Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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

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

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Blowing up buildings like Tyler
My minds
Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are
Extroverted like Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to levels
I hire devils to kill devils
I the funds never any troubles
outs because of my Uncle, Forever bubble
Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry red
Catching head this whore, that I met at the store
had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some
A disturbed past, involving all of terrorism
I know how to nerve gas through televisions
Tera Patrick and Adriana
Undercover FBI agents look great, and give fanastic brains
Adriana Gave me a platinum
A in this savage game, I Skyjacked the plane

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Assasins get fazed, thrown in stealth
Exploding death pays, it's
You fucking know the next phase
You'll get dome X-rayed
Kidnap you los pepes
'Til the chrome Tec
You get pussy, I own sex
It's God's will, with me you get shot and killed
into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville
Globetrot, smoke pot, bitches that so hot
They go to the Grammys a see through dress and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your family
Cyanide now or she choking on candy
I the goriest massacres
to Africa
No is graphic-er

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