Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard plant
low black milano
Blessed God kosher
One in the top of the
???
My nine is stuck in a
quick
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
???
Heard she naked in flicks

Black turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows a in willow
my blow and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta my wife's melon
So I can see the seven of my circumference
Beaver it
pistols at the gunsmith

My mama told me cheddar
Buy or drugs whatever calculate better
When cakes
Lock the front secure
See the gleaming crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
That smash your Benz
fake niggas signals
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red high
envelopes of la
Opening let tobacco fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints religious praise
Heat the baby yo
Foul made a welfare mom crazy
More drop by the razor yo
Paces
thoughts for makin dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash
So now its on wasted a slug
is money
When it comes to
Take it in