Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard plant
Recline low black
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
quick
Chasing my
Made a bum bitch
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Heard she in jail flicks

Black widow turned to be a back
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 seeds of my
Beaver it
Polishin at the gunsmith

My mama told me take
Buy slugs or drugs whatever better
When measured
Lock the front secure
See the white crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That smash your windows
Detecting niggas signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
red eyes high
Yellow of la
cigars let tobacco fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream praise
Heat grazed the 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 for cash flow
So now its on wasted a slug
Time is
When it comes to
Take it in