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
Your man crush Mondays be niggas
My is triple black, I'm the omen
You can't a God like the Romans
Take my to craft shit
'Cause I don't like back and forths with about rap shit

[Verse 2: T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is
Rappers is victimized at an high
But not I, you pop thought I let it fly
I'm Yasiel Puig, I'm in another
I defected, thing we have in common, niggas bleed
In ya thousand dollar joggers as you about ya dollars
Is there shame when a platinum rapper's lives in squalor?
Mildred's in the for the month
She's probably sitting in her pajamas lunch
Swordfish, my reality is fish
Banana clips for all you Curious
Old niggas slapping young
Ha Imagine that, where you nigga?

[Verse 3: T]
Crutches, crosses,
Crutches, crosses,
All I see is by the masses
The asterisk is the change of address
My infinity as long as Magic's
Yeah I let change my pillows
The is so inviting, the Porsche is the armadillo
The
The pop, pop, the chop, chop, chop
The tech got Tourettes
It's more this drug money, I love money
I speak to your soul and above money
This the ministry of energy
The of criminology, teaching my chemistries
Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the
To some certain motherfuckers gotta it

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