Luyện nghe bài hát Death Whistles

Started out tryna a truce
Ended up in mine off a 80, proof
Running wild got you you could solve it
We could really use time
Just to recollect and find out a or two
the weather, never mind I ain't in the mood
Eyes settled on a bitch, I'm in the loop
Strip vinyl, spliff fired up, I get to
Which titles my rivals win or lose
Parachute the fog, I wish for summer off
fitted for the dark, my nigga in a long-sleeve
Dripping through it all, know
Niggas know not to hit me, I don't get too many
This city shit go, it's a how a piggy did you dog
That's why swampman living in the bog, like a tsar
Off-bred niggas on the spittle charred
Swear you can hear death from afar
When the wind blow, feds your info
Streets full of holes, sheets full of nymphos
Brains like a baseball, legs some pencils
for the hills, cause I'm on your heels
Like a trained to your scent
face when I get dope, nigga my face in the shit
Two cards, blackjack, both ace's, lit
case on the mess that I made thugging
No of you since, I sin, no place to repent
Closed but we win, motherfucker
Closed game, cold