Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on that bullshit
The in the pool pit again
You fucking bout to forfeit again
Your importance so enormous and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in that is this?'
pale when you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, smoke the finest
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the tower
My silent hour when I'm on raging
They to look down, now I see they face changin'
The banging
The game make taste fame and
You lame so I guess I have to say it layman

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

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar
From the poplar

on them trees, that's blood 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 four tickets to a game
Make sure I wear every fucking chain
Not because I can, but because he
But why wait, I guess it nothing still
I why my brothers kill
Or wanna pop another
I'm tryna another thrill
It's another
Man, Flocka on them trees, that's on the leaves
Squad!