Luyện nghe bài hát Bleeding from The Mouth

Trackmasters
L.o.x, cnn

1:

I through,
Runnin' cops,
Eatin' beef on the
Been cold cells
in the bench,
Till that was
I been put the upon ya
faget
Turn to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
I a star
pat benetar
Cnn, lox the type of that have you fleein' a rock
I put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a
And got the benz, first day home
I beat niggas, piss spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' too good for hood niggas
in my zone
Been in chance larry holmes (? )
And in a forthbuilding,
Been had 'em rappin' the
Caught 'em wide over y.o, first
So I bought a m ching ching
What is you me

2:

Yo, yo
I got guns,
Mad guns, ha
I had hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggas,
And you can catch me with a
my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier,
You a soldier, infect
A wow, niggas from suddenly just a trap
I murder you, the fiend
Just to attack
You shut the tunnel twice like militant nice
We at the club tonight, yo
Please be
I the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight the bottle,
When I on a ho
Ayyo, you punked bitch
Now I on a ho
Melvin flynt, exclusive new
You tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit

Yo, yo,
Nore keep the gunners in
To get you in

L.o.x, cnn, y.o. to

Luxury cars, thous,
out the bar

House on the
And my niggas flowin' for

Star in the
When go to war we good
We just out hustlers
It's on the
We the deepest out

The niggas out

L.o.x and cnn
And leave you from your mouth

3:

I learned at a age
Not to ride dummies
I die for they man
But I die for
[styles
And if the lox get
We gon devide the
Were we from we live
And survivin'

And pass me a blunt
Cause you pass me a gun
paniro]
And you can have pretty bitch,
Right I cum

And you can front and your watch
We go punch your
[styles
L.o.x


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and we run

All our dogs up in the
[styles
they jumps

Holdin' they
[styles
blunts
Loadin' shit

And niggas understand,
That we married the
And we felt like we were
We carryin' our heat
paniro]
And we don't like nothing
But we a beat
Hopin' stay strong

And they can the grieve
You break bread a thief
[styles
And then you scarry to

And we don't try to you
[styles & jadakiss]
We try to a jeep

What, what,


What, what,