Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, Sweat & Gears

Take opportunity to roll up
your lighters

[Verse 1:
Laced, Robinson's ? moccasins
Matt paint polished rims
Fuck you said I ain't it clear
Too much talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one
Blood and gears
in between the racing stripes
We day and night
Alternative
I ain't for her pussy boy
trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo but she still a jet miss
Give her to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new
the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams if you my folk
Eyeball you a something
I the the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll my folks he be at the door
Connecting four, batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders make the chevy jump
You know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady

2: Fiend]
Rolling can do something for you
No matter what you be through
Execution
Ten thousand of potassium
I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like water in the ocean
standing in
I'm up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm fat again
What I do to get my warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your again
Got to move it, later on you'll be acting
Life is free throws
Some ya gone miss
Some ya make
rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel
It can get ya faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I compromise my fresh
Smoke not cess
Why cry I'm
Aw lend me the out
The ones I call my ten in a jail house
Jets smoking in the on tour
in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international
And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the
Walls full of
All are final
Leather is wrists first name, not Lionel
International
Curren$y the
my nigga
Tell them go figure