Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard plant
Recline low black
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
quick
Chasing my
Made a bum bitch
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she naked in jail flicks

Black widow turned to be a back
pillows a pimpstress in willow
Cookin my and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my wife's
So I can see the seven seeds of my
Beaver it
pistols at the gunsmith

My mama told me cheddar
Buy or drugs whatever calculate better
cakes measured
Lock the door secure
See the gleaming white crystal its pure

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time was acquitted to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
Opening cigars let fly
Kicks my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream praise
Heat the baby yo
Foul shit made a welfare mom
More drop by the razor yo
Paces
thoughts for makin dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for flow
So now its on wasted a slug
Time is
it comes to mine
Take it in