Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train like Cus
Guard your
low black milano
Blessed God kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
quick
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
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Heard she in jail flicks

Black widow to be a back seater
Satin a pimpstress in willow
my blow and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my melon
So I can see the seven seeds of my
Beaver it
Polishin at the gunsmith

My told me take cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs calculate better
When measured
Lock the front secure
See the white crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That smash your Benz
Detecting fake signals
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time was acquitted to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
Opening cigars let fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
Foul shit made a welfare mom
More bodies 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
is money
When it to mine
Take it in