Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard your
Recline low black
Blessed God feelin
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
Dump
my dick
Made a bum bitch
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Heard she in jail flicks

Black turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows a pimpstress in
Cookin my and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my melon
So I can see the seven of my circumference
Beaver it
Polishin at the gunsmith

My mama me take cheddar
Buy slugs or whatever calculate better
When cakes
Lock the front door
See the gleaming white crystal when its

Fuck the hoes and jealous ass niggas
smash your Benz windows
Detecting niggas signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time was acquitted to
Bloodshot red eyes
Yellow of la
cigars let tobacco fly
Kicks my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day scream religious praise
grazed the baby yo
Foul shit a welfare mom crazy
More drop by the razor yo
Paces
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian bitch a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on wasted a slug
is money
When it comes to
Take it in