Luyện nghe bài hát Crutches, Crosses, Caskets

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

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

3: Pusha T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is death by the
The only asterisk is the of address
My infinity pool as long as
Yeah I let 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 speak to your soul and that's money
This the of street energy
The church of criminology, teaching my
Woo I'm the L. Ron of the cupboard
To some certain gotta love it

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