Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard your
Recline low milano
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
???
My nine is stuck in a
quick
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
???
Heard she in jail flicks

Black widow turned to be a seater
pillows a pimpstress in willow
Cookin my blow and low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my melon
So I can see the seven of my circumference
lunged it
Polishin pistols at the

My mama told me take
Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate
When measured
the front door secure
See the gleaming white crystal when its

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That smash your windows
fake niggas signals
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red eyes
envelopes of la
Opening let tobacco fly
Kicks my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Puerto rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Day Saints scream religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
Foul made a welfare mom crazy
More bodies drop by the yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for dough
Haitian cast a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on never wasted a
is money
When it comes to
Take it in