MC Yang Yi's lyrics of Hao wuyaochuanshao

You can call yourself king. You can put blood on the knife

But don't be afraid to provoke me

If you let me pull the gun, let me be a Ranger

You can only die. Who can stop me from killing you

Which school are you from in the world? Which generation are you from

Your so-called momentum is also a delusion to defeat me

From glory to peak

So many cruel characters, which one are you

I went from a soldier to a general, from my last word to my pick

Let my prestige resound through the heart of the army, my chest is full of my meritorious deeds

I go from easy work to insipid, from infatuation to no regret

Don't ask me why words are so popular, just because I want to see classics

Are you picking or pressing, bubbles or following

What you call the earth crack and the sky collapse is an alternative tycoon

Are you yelling, are you furious, or do you want to vomit

Are you shouting too much or are you playing cool

Although it took me seven years to dominate the mountain

Don't try to unify the Central Plains, stand firm first, you are boxing

Now you don't agree with the dangerous poison

The degenerated River and lake has taken away your mother's mountain and river map

Are you a scream or a black voice, a dry voice or a reverb

Is your so-called alternative position betrayal or faith

I'm sick of your so-called generous choice

Is this your domineering side leak or is it not enough to be beaten all the time

I want to put down the pen and sword, no longer sword dance pen ink inkstone

But the sky outside the mountain has changed. It's not forcing me to come back

When I'm in the wind of return, I'm still in the wind

If I choose to go to war, the world will follow my family name

I linger in the wind and rain to write down the voice of this prodigal son

I can do Yushu Linfeng company only Gudeng

How many ancient style swordsmen are left in our mountain gate

How many people are there in my school book

Is it admiration or admiration, expectation or expectation

In fact, it's my heroism that makes you have to love

Love my voice or my sword

Love my hoarse voice or my natural and unrestrained writing style

If it's fate, I'd rather leave the stage

If you can't let go of everything, you'd rather bury it in the soil

Thank you for teaching me how to cut my robe like acting

Thanks for the cold weapon in my hand, let me see my brother clearly