Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

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

Flocka on that again
The preacher in the pit again
You losers bout to forfeit again
Your importance seems so and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is
Turn when you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, smoke the sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the tower
My hour when I'm on stage raging
They to look down, now I see they face changin'
The banging
The game make them taste and
You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it

Flocka!
(Black bodies, in the southern breeze)
Squad nigga, you fuck with us nigga
We knock the ya'll niggas out
4 years in this nigga
Breeze!

Strange fruit hangin' the poplar trees
From the trees

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