The lyrics of "patient & Arsenal feeling Xie Di" by Ar

You look at those tall buildings, even if the work you do is still in the basement

Try to be wise, like the Greek period, but the war made you look like 1841

Talk to your classmate and friend until your pressure becomes overstocked and suffocated

Full of bloodshot eyes, with ambition, want to stimulate themselves

See I put my ****** mind on that shit

Earn my money, trembling face, rolling eyes, look at the fingers

The rotating pencil, the scattered smoke and the aching feeling spread to my broad shoulder

At 5:30, I work in studio and sleep in studio. This is night and day

When the weather gets cold, the nose twitches and sometimes regrets not having a quilt

That's real mother, can you feel mother******

When I do, make sure to take my brother, the schoolboy, with a gun to prepare for Q (kill) mother******

Those haters are always talking in your ear, saying a lot, but never doing it

Ask me where we go, we go hard, shut the * * up, man we will show off and you know it, right

（Chorus) AR

Armory

Magazine (magazine), magazine (magazine)

Magazine (magazine), magazine (magazine)

Don't go anywhere near my arsenal, pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop

(verse1 AR) 8mm * *, blow your mouth,

******All the bags are on your head. Your head is scared to shit. In other words, we are scared to surrender

Keep away from my armory. It's sour like apple vinegar

See, I rule, even the queen of England, would like to invite me to record my next song in England

My arms, like Curie, my arms, are in your pants

Become arrogant, because I work more than them, swag international, like Volvo

My fire can fly to Toronto, or I can fly much more than the leaf on the Canadian flag

Weeded, the people watching you are running

Your green face doesn't mean you are Hulk,

Like an open coke, you have less confidence

This is the monopoly of the industry, the rap of CCTV

A. Rizzy, this is my season, my season

It's like a Chinese express that smashes your violence

I'm going to pull up the suspected scum and skull, and turn on the monster mode,

I don't care doesn't mean my gun doesn't care

(Chorus AR) this is my armory. Armory

Magazine (magazine), magazine (magazine)

Don't go anywhere near my arsenal, pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop

(Verse 2 Xie DI) climb, climb, or the rocket launcher will blow you to your knees (knees) machine gun will sweep your little finger (little finger)

Tie up the nuclear room and have another one. It's a good comedy for you to die

I only see you as a melon, but I only see you as a melon

When I see your head picked up by Laozi, your body is not buried in flowers

I'll blow up all your shit. I'll give you an end

I'll tear you up, you bitch. I'll come to you at any time. I don't want to die. I'll get up on my knees

To your brain stem is * * you pull hip-hop corpse to show your mother, the original * * to good-looking not scattered

Please make a detour, or you will not be able to stand up for the violent exercise. Your baby only needs to jump in the well and report to the frog

I've deleted you. I'm too soft. I'm afraid it's too hot. It's too hot

I don't care if the dry goods are produced. If you shovel them, you'll give them to me

I'm used to shoveling. I don't feel like I'm going to take over the market

You'd better turn the corner when you see it. It's going to slow down. You're going to be miserable if you get in trouble. Look, hide

No matter where you hide, you can see some of Laozi's

(Chorus) ar magazine (magazine), magazine (magazine)

Magazine (magazine), magazine (magazine)

Don't go anywhere near my arsenal, pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop

Put the German and Japanese shells on the other side

You look at me, only talking, the fastest Chinese rapper

You watch me pull ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

Watch as we prepare for you, blah

Everything is facing you and around you. Hater is kneeling and useless. I don't think you're interested. Pile up all the people and let them sleep. What's your name and what's your name

Are you sure you want battle? Are you sure you want battle? Are you sure you're lame? Can you follow us

The fight of musical instruments, the courage that cannot be analyzed

Let your unique skills be despised, like the glass buried in the sole of your shoes,

The fragments are cutting you. Don't dodge. This is the logic of an iron wall

Blood splashed tables and chairs, spring bed more up to break you

This is my neighborhood party, an endless stream of real stories

I unload your body and use rhythm to kill you. The vitality of the combination of rap and beat

Find whizz quickly and learn to be a beat. It has the magic of retro shoe box

And those hardcore rappers, we think you're Lori

Jack the Ripper, cut you up and chop you up

Look at me grinning. Maybe, let the hostages go on

But I said, don't be so happy, you're just sobbing

So I unload you, destroy you, let you lose the power to write songs

I've got the chip, rapper. I've got the bracelet

Rapper asked me how to speed up, I said play your song on the player, and then

With the mouse has been pointing fast forward key, blocka!!!