Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry Chills

fields,
wheels,
hillls,
blueberry 4x

This beat hit hard mallets,
24, karats
I stay raw, organics
Like a chainsaw, vanish
Tell me your name, so I can it
I'm in the fast
And you at the

Blow past you
While you for riches
I ball hard bitches
You on like stitches
I'm taking off, no
You me like hitches
Stay grinding like
In the eye lens snitches

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

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

Bitch I got some
Oh I got some red
Oh you ain't got my
Then I got your head
And I got the heater my bed
Two and I got jets
I ain't wanna about numbers,
Cause they might call the feds

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

Step up, I got a bitch Ima call her
I'm out of town my ballers
And if you talk big money then
Lil fish, get ate hoe
I'm drunk as shit but I'm
I see it all in your hoe
You aint high, you a hoe

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I don't your opinion
You softer than filet, baby
Fake get shitted on
Bossing, my flows be the
Flossing, like I had
Push back them
day they froze
They on toes, like tryna see the show

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

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x