Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry Chills

fields,
wheels,
hillls,
blueberry 4x

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

past you bitches
While you blow for
I ball like bitches
You holding on like
I'm taking off, no
You me like hitches
grinding like bitches
In the eye lens snitches

white
C's in the
Up all
These speakers
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
bitch I got your head
And I got the heater my bed
Two and I got jets
I ain't wanna talk numbers,
Cause they just call the feds

I know you out of mind
And you my pockets looking like lime
You only 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 with my ballers
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 your hoe
You high, you a fake hoe

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I don't need your
You softer than minion filet,
Fake homies get on
Bossing, my be the tightest
Flossing, like I had
back them hoes
Release day they
They on they toes, like tryna see the

Get in like, you at the DMV
my time, YMCMB
Homies need some
Like carrying a weapon
Ain't no
But yo clothes look like slept in
you shoulda slept in
The flow
steppin

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x