Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on bullshit again
The preacher in the pit again
You fucking losers bout to again
Your importance so enormous and then
Your cooperate pull up in that '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 used to down, now I see they face changin'
The bass
The game make them fame and
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it

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

Strange fruit hangin' the poplar trees
From the trees

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