Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfish -

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Killing snakes that
Tripping on Jakes &
Walk around
Sniff an eighth in five lines
nines, hit you five times
I'll rise from the seven days after I die to spit flames
fireballs, spit volcanoes
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding under cop cars
Arms that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA they take they names the Bible
Jesus specialised in chemical weapons and
Met him in Cairo he was with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho, that AWOL
He sold market organs at the CIA store
They introduced me to they bro
Pulled out an of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses
Then they told me Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the psychic
was after me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the
I always thought that they was
Who gives a fuck? fuck them faggots, I see them I'ma buck them

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

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Blowing up like Tyler Durden
My minds
Eight orgies, these congressmens wives are dirty
Extroverted like Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to higher
I hire to kill other devils
I the expensive? never any troubles
Shoot outs because of my Uncle, Forever
the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche
Catching head this whore, that I met at the store
Jesus had the Lamborghini and that from Tahiti
That liked to swallow and sip some Martini
A disturbed past, involving all types of
I know how to dispense nerve gas through
Tera Patrick and Sage
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 pays, it's gangsta
You fucking faggots the next 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 shot and
Chopped into pieces and 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 family
now or later she choking on candy
I choreographed the goriest
to Africa
No story is

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