Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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

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

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

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Assasins get fazed, thrown in planes
death pays, it's gangsta
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
It's God's will, fuck with me you get and killed
Chopped into pieces and in the trunk of a Bonneville
Globetrot, smoke pot, with that so hot
They go to the Grammys wearing a see dress and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole
Cyanide now or she choking on candy
I choreographed the massacres
to Africa
No story is

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