Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

Strange fruit from the poplar trees
on the leaves
Breeze,
Blood on the
Breeze,
Blood on the
Breeze,
bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange hangin' from the poplar trees
the poplar trees

Flocka on that bullshit
The preacher in the pit again
You fucking losers bout to forfeit
Your importance seems so enormous and
Your cooperate pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket
is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the tower
My hour when I'm on stage raging
They used to look down, now I see they changin'
The bass
The make them taste fame and
You niggas lame so I guess I to say it layman

Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the breeze)
Squad nigga, you fuck with us nigga
We knock the ya'll niggas out
4 years in this nigga
Breeze!

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar
the poplar trees

Flocka on them trees, that's on the leaves
All I need a pretty face, little to squeeze
And nothing to me
Man I came from a lane
I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a game
Make sure I wear every single chain
Not because I can, but he can't
But why wait, I guess it change still
I why my brothers kill
Or wanna pop pill
I'm tryna find another
It's degree
Man, Flocka on trees, that's blood on the leaves
Squad!