Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard plant
low black milano
Blessed God feelin
One in the top of the
???
My nine is in a holster
quick
Chasing my
Made a bum bitch
???
Heard she naked in flicks

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

My mama me take cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs calculate better
cakes measured
Lock the front secure
See the gleaming crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That your Benz windows
Detecting fake signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
Opening cigars let 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 scream religious praise
grazed the baby yo
Foul shit made a mom crazy
More bodies by the razor yo
flow
Grisly for makin 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