Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train like Cus
Guard plant
Recline low black
Blessed God kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
Dump
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
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Heard she naked in flicks

Black turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows a pimpstress in
my blow and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my melon
So I can see the seven seeds of my
lunged it
Polishin pistols at the

My mama told me take
Buy or drugs whatever calculate better
When measured
Lock the door secure
See the gleaming white when its pure

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
That smash your Benz
Detecting fake niggas
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed Gotti was acquitted to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
Opening let tobacco fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Puerto 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 drop by the razor yo
Paces
Grisly thoughts for dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my for cash flow
So now its on never a slug
Time is
it comes to mine
Take it in