Luyện nghe bài hát Words Are Weapons

My are weapons
I use 'em to my opponents
My are weapons
I never no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill stepping to me
My words are like on a record

My are weapons
I use 'em to crush my
These words are
I never did no emotion
My words are
I use 'em to whoever's stepping to me
My words are like on a record

Yo, the rage I release on a
Is like a demon unleashed in a
Lunatic, soon as I hit the
My mind is like a stick of dynamite

I get behind the mic
It's like the is lit, you bitches die tonight
My nine is a guiding light at night, shining bright
My fucking grip is than my wife's vagina, psych

cock sucking cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to a different weapon
Man, the shit's
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas
(Come on, Slim, go and teach this fucking bitch a lesson)

They managed to the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my
Shady stay creative, baby, hold your up, don't you let up
One bit on these suckers you're a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in, as you breathing
They jealous of you, man, the only reason they beefing

My words are
I use 'em to my opponents
My are weapons
I show no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's to me
My words are like weaponry on a

My words are
I use 'em to crush my
These are weapons
I never did no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's to me
My are like weaponry on a record

It's Dirty Dozen renegade
You pulled the pin out my grenade
38s'll your shit up out the way
You won't forget about McVeigh, you got something to say?
Let it out today or watch these spray

From these ten black fingers hugging these deadly
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he a misdemeanor
See I'm 'Dirty', so I ain't gotta buy a pistol
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo'

You gets whipped with it, them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packing something special in your crib, bitch, get it
I'm fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile
(Uh huh)
this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils

You get and guess what? I'm blowing up the hospital
And wouldn't give a if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal disconnector
Finding whores to lock 'em up in motels to 'em

My words are
I use 'em to my opponents
My words are
I show no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to whoever's stepping to me
My are like weaponry on a record

My words are
I use 'em to my opponents
These are weapons
I never did show no
My words are
I use 'em to whoever's stepping to me
My words are like on a record

I'm crews like I'm Hannibal
no way I can be the gay rapper
(Why not?)
I only fuck
(Oh, haha)
Stupid trick got my starting to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid

One on one in this
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of
(Your honor)
Six times I arrested, how would you feel?
If you was a Jehovah witness that got molested?
(It happens)

I'm dank, drinking, drank
I can't have any kids 'cause I'm shooting blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't a fuck?
Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the
(Uhh)

Responsibility, I'm
Bill Clinton's a fag, be stabbed
Let Richard be the President
(Ohh, hey)
Call me a weirdo, me Bi-zarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you diarrhea

My words are
I use 'em to crush my
My words are
I never no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill stepping to me
My words are weaponry on a record

My are weapons
I use 'em to crush my
words are weapons
I never did no emotion
My words are
I use 'em to kill whoever's to me
My words are weaponry on a record, yo