Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard your
Recline low milano
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
???
My nine is stuck in a
Dump
Chasing my
Made a bum bitch
???
Heard she naked in flicks

Black turned to be a back seater
Satin a pimpstress in willow
Cookin my blow and low
Eye
The son of the
I split my wife's melon
So I can see the seeds of my circumference
lunged it
Polishin pistols at the

My mama told me cheddar
Buy or drugs whatever calculate better
When measured
Lock the front door
See the white crystal when its pure

the snake hoes and jealous ass niggas
That smash your windows
Detecting fake niggas
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
Opening let tobacco fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of for my mans unborn
Spill the Puerto rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day scream religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
Foul shit a welfare mom crazy
More drop by the razor yo
Paces
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for flow
So now its on never wasted a
is money
When it to mine
it in Blood