Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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Killing snakes sidewind
Tripping on Jakes &
Walk around
Sniff an entire in five lines
nines, hit you five times
I'll rise the grave seven days after I die to spit flames
Spit fireballs, volcanoes
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop
Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and rifles
They CIA they take they names from the
Jesus specialised in chemical and bio-robotics
Met him in he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho, went AWOL
He sold black market at the CIA store
introduced me to they bro Moses
Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze
Then they told me bout Ish and
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the psychic
They was after me, they was asking mad
Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the
I always 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 by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off
real, Swiss bank acounts and terrorists

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Blowing up buildings like Tyler
My minds
Eight women orgies, congressmens wives are dirty
Extroverted like Wild Wild West
And lifts us, to higher levels
I hire to kill other devils
I the funds expensive? any troubles
Shoot outs of my Uncle, Forever bubble
Bombed the airport, in the cherry red Porsche
head from this whore, that I met at the store
Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch Tahiti
That to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini
A disturbed past, all types of terrorism
I know how to dispense nerve gas through
Patrick and Adriana Sage
Undercover FBI agents look great, and give fanastic brains
Adriana me a platinum chain
A mercenary in this game, I Skyjacked the plane

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

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