Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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

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

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Blowing up buildings Tyler Durden
My minds
Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are
Extroverted Wild Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to higher
I hire devils to other devils
I the funds expensive? never any
Shoot outs because of my Uncle, Forever
the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche
Catching head from this whore, I met at the store
had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some
A past, involving all types of terrorism
I how to dispense nerve gas through televisions
Tera and Adriana Sage
Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic
Adriana Gave me a chain
A mercenary in savage game, I Skyjacked the plane

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3]
Assasins get fazed, thrown in planes
Exploding death pays, it's
You fucking faggots know the 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
They go to the Grammys wearing a see through and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole
Cyanide now or she choking on candy
I choreographed the goriest
Bizzary to
No is graphic-er

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