Luyện nghe bài hát Bleeding from The Mouth

Trackmasters
L.o.x, cnn

1:

I through,
Runnin' cops,
beef on the corner
Been cold cells
in the bench,
Till that was
I put the mack upon ya
Look
Turn to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
I a star
pat benetar
Cnn, lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a
I been put the key in a
Who got a song, hot a
And nore got the benz, day home
I beat niggas, piss spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood
Been in my
in chance since larry holmes (? )
And in a forthbuilding,
Been had 'em rappin' the
Caught 'em wide y.o, first felony
So I ain't a m ching ching
is you tellin' me

2:

Yo, yo
I got guns,
Mad guns, ha
I had them when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggas,
And you can me with a teletubbie
my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier,
You a soldier, nigga
A wow, niggas suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the fiend
Just fiend to
You shut the tunnel twice like militant nice
We at the club tonight, yo
be nice
I the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I it straight from 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 the gunners in crack
To get you in

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

Luxury cars, thous,
out the bar

House on the
And my flowin' for real

Star in the
When niggas go to war we
We thugged out hustlers
on the hood
We the niggas out

The streetest out

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

3:

I learned at a age
Not to with dummies
I die for they man
But I die for
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And if the lox get
We gon devide the
Were we from we stay
And hungry

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

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


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and we run

All our dogs up in the
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Pumpin' jumps

Holdin' they
paniro]
Lightin'
Loadin' they

And can't understand,
That we the street
And we felt like we were
We carryin' our heat
paniro]
And we like holdin' nothing
But we a beat
Hopin' them strong

And they can the grieve
You break bread a thief
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And then you to sleep

And we don't try to you
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We try to bury a

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