Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry Chills

fields,
wheels,
hillls,
blueberry 4x

beat hit hard like mallets,
24, like
I smoking raw, organics
a chainsaw, trees vanish
Tell me your name, so I can it
I'm in the lane
And you at the

Blow you bitches
While you blow for
I ball like bitches
You holding on stitches
I'm off, no glitches
You behind me like
Stay like bitches
In the eye lens snitches

Cocaine
C's in the
Up all
These blaring
Keep it clean, like my parents,
This my life, so you can staring

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I got some blue
Oh yeah I got red
Oh you ain't got my
Then I got your head
And I got the under my bed
Two seaters and I got
I wanna talk about numbers,
Cause might just call the feds

I know you out of your
And you my pockets looking like lime
You only wasting my
You a gangster
you gonna do?
at me?
Take it to the hood
Let the streets me

up, I got a down bitch Ima call her
I'm out of with my ballers
And if you talk big money holla
Lil fish, get ate hoe
I'm as shit but I'm capable
I see it all in your hoe
You high, you a fake hoe

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I don't need your
You softer than filet, baby
homies get shitted on
Bossing, my be the tightest
Flossing, like I had
Push back them
Release day froze
They on they toes, like see the show

Get in like, you at the DMV
my time, YMCMB
Homies need checkin'
Like they carrying a
no disrespecting
But yo clothes look they slept in
you shoulda slept in
The flow
Keep

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x