Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

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

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

My mama me take cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs whatever better
When measured
the front door secure
See the gleaming white crystal its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass
That smash your windows
fake niggas signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
cigars let tobacco fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of for my mans unborn
the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints religious praise
grazed the baby yo
Foul made a welfare mom crazy
More bodies drop by the yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash
So now its on never a slug
is money
When it to mine
it in Blood