Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on that bullshit
The preacher in the pool pit
You fucking losers to forfeit again
Your importance seems so enormous and
Your friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Turn when you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang from the Eiffel tower
My hour when I'm on stage raging
They used to down, now I see they face changin'
The banging
The game make taste fame and
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it

Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the breeze)
Squad nigga, you can't with us nigga
We knock the fuck ya'll out
4 years in shit nigga
Breeze!

Strange fruit from the poplar trees
the poplar trees

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