Luyện nghe bài hát Bleeding from The Mouth

Trackmasters
L.o.x, cnn

1:

I through,
from cops,
Eatin' on the corner
Been through cells
in the bench,
Till that was
I been put the upon ya
Look
Turn around to shshshsh, to fagets
I been a
Since pat
Cnn, lox the type of shit that have you a rock
I been put the key in a
Who got a song, hot a
And nore got the benz, first day
I been beat niggas, piss spittin' on
Thinkin' they too good for hood
in my zone
Been in chance since holmes (? )
And in a forthbuilding,
had 'em rappin' the street
Caught 'em over y.o, first felony
So I ain't bought a m ching
What is you me

2:

Yo, yo
I got guns,
Mad guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them ones, ha
But fuck that, niggas, iraq
And you can catch me a teletubbie
my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier,
You a soldier, nigga
A wow, niggas from suddenly settin' a trap
I you, the niggas 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 it straight from the bottle,
When I on a ho
Ayyo, you that bitch
Now I on a ho
Melvin flynt, exclusive new
You tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit

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

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

Luxury cars, thous,
out the bar

House on the
And my niggas for real

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

The niggas out

L.o.x and cnn
And leave you bleedin' from your

3:

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

And don't me a blunt
Cause you could me a gun
paniro]
And you can that pretty bitch,
Right I cum

And you can front and keep your
We go punch long
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L.o.x


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and we run

All our up in the slums
[styles
Pumpin' they

Holdin' they
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blunts
Loadin' shit

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

And they can the grieve
You break bread with a
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And then you scarry to

And we try to bury you
[styles & jadakiss]
We try to bury a

What, what,


What, what,