Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

The streets the hustlas
Hustlas the world go round
The is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and is made from hustlas

See how shit back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and it
See how come back round for ya
Gotta cake in the oven, now it bubble

And you can knock on my door but you knock the hustle
But I, it's like a game of one and I got nineteen
And my but I put more 'd' on me
Lil Wee gon eat that's how it is

Got insurance on the floor, man, I'm that
And I'm Shaggy in the lens
Me and my squad in the waggy tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on 45 mack
the flash on that, who want it

Everybody along

Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my
I get that dough 'cuz I got hustle in my
I bleed concrete, I people

Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And shine 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]

And I move, I move out with the raw
I move out the squad to his album we ride
We so mob, I throw lives and to live
For my loaf of the people's player
I did the culture said and I live by the Coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around, knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right, I'm a soldier I'm dead
This kid in with buttonholes inside that bled

I'm o's of lots of haze
I'm so high and really I don't know why
But oh, I just go, buy a house
And lay my mat down, lay her back
But I never put my down

You see the in me
You know Weezy, he the son of Bubba-B
All my basketball shorts the thunder B
If you want it then come for me, I'm right

Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got riding in my
And I'ma shine I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline
I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline
I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]

I'm G'd up, only the code of the streets
Live bad to die
Know how to move hustling by the day with no food
But so I can eat and ain't it a bitch
And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting
And you can come see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all

My fate and my palm is wrapped around eight
And my arm the dirty south is straight Vietnam
I skate the bomb, I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit ass and make three of y'all
It'll take of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints
'Cuz I did and I do shit, that's better new shit

Fit for two clips, the kid is a
Oh man, he's by his own gangsta music and the blueprint
Cruising through the stoop the ewe lit
Like, oh shit this is than weed, it's 500 degreez

Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline
I get dough 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete, I people

Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cuz I got hustle in my
I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]