Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train like Cus
your plant
Recline low black
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
Dump
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
???
Heard she in jail flicks

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

My mama told me cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate
When cakes
Lock the door secure
See the gleaming white crystal when its

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That your Benz windows
fake niggas signals
Yo live get it too
rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red eyes
envelopes of la
Opening cigars let fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Puerto rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream religious
Heat the baby yo
shit made a welfare mom crazy
More drop by the razor yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for makin
bitch cast a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on never a slug
is money
When it to mine
it in Blood