Luyện nghe bài hát Crutches, Crosses, Caskets

[Verse 1: T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is
My niggas sic' 'em
I get 'em
I just get back their jewelry if I'm fuckin' 'em
Your man Mondays be ownin' niggas
My skin is black, I'm the omen
You can't kill a God the Romans
Take my to craft shit
'Cause I don't back and forths with Puff about rap shit

2: Pusha T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is
is victimized at an all-time high
But not I, you pop niggas I let it fly
I'm Yasiel Puig, I'm in another
I defected, only we have in common, niggas bleed
In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya
Is there shame a platinum rapper's mother lives in squalor?
Mildred's in the Bahamas for the
probably sitting in her pajamas having lunch
Swordfish, my reality is fish
Banana for all you Curious Georges
Old niggas slapping young
Ha Imagine that, where you nigga?

3: Pusha T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is death by the
The only asterisk is the change of
My infinity as long as Magic's
I let Zillow change my pillows
The home is so inviting, the Porsche is the
The
The pop, pop, the chop, chop, chop
The tech got Tourettes
It's more than this money, I love money
I to your soul and that's above money
the ministry of street energy
The of criminology, teaching my chemistries
Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the
To some certain motherfuckers love it

Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is