Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry Chills

fields,
wheels,
hillls,
blueberry 4x

This beat hit like mallets,
24, like
I stay smoking raw,
Like a chainsaw, trees
Tell me name, so I can forget it
I'm in the fast
And you at the

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

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

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

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

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I don't need your
You softer than filet, baby
Fake homies get on
Bossing, my flows be the
Flossing, I had gingivitis
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 need checkin'
Like they a weapon
Ain't no
But yo clothes look they slept in
Today you shoulda in
The flow
steppin

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x