Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on that bullshit
The in the pool pit again
You fucking losers bout to again
Your importance seems so and then
Your friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Turn when you see my fucking bucket list
is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide the Eiffel tower
My silent hour when I'm on raging
They used to look down, now I see they face
The banging
The game make them fame and
You lame so I guess I have to say it layman

Flocka!
(Black bodies, in the southern breeze)
Squad nigga, you fuck with us nigga
We knock the fuck 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 it's to me
Man I came from a different
I'm 'bout to cop tickets to a Clippers game
sure I wear every single fucking chain
Not because I can, but he can't
But why wait, I it change nothing still
I wonder why my brothers
Or pop another pill
I'm tryna find another
another degree
Man, Flocka on them trees, that's on the leaves
Squad!