Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard plant
low black milano
Blessed God feelin
One in the top of the
???
My is stuck in a holster
Dump
Chasing my
Made a bum rich
???
Heard she naked in jail

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

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

Fuck the hoes and jealous ass niggas
That your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red eyes
Yellow of la
Opening cigars let fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream praise
grazed the baby yo
Foul shit made a welfare mom
More bodies drop by the yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my for cash flow
So now its on never wasted a
is money
When it to mine
it in Blood