Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on bullshit again
The preacher in the pool pit
You fucking losers bout to forfeit
importance seems 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
used to look down, now I see they face changin'
The bass
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 with us
We the fuck ya'll niggas out
4 years in this nigga
Breeze!

Strange fruit hangin' from the trees
From the poplar

Flocka on trees, that's blood on the leaves
All I a pretty face, little something 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 single chain
Not because I can, but because he
But why wait, I guess it change still
I why my brothers kill
Or wanna pop another
I'm tryna find thrill
another degree
Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the
Squad!