Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

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

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

Strange fruit hangin' the poplar trees
From the poplar

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