Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on bullshit again
The in the pool pit again
You fucking bout to forfeit again
Your importance seems so and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in 'fuck is this?'
Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket
Life is sweet, smoke the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide the Eiffel tower
My silent hour when I'm on raging
They to look down, now I see they face changin'
The banging
The make them taste fame and
You niggas 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 ya'll niggas out
4 years in shit nigga
Breeze!

fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
From the poplar

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