Luyện nghe bài hát Death Whistles

Started out tryna a truce
Ended up back in off a 80, proof
Running wild got you thinking you solve it
We could use some time
Just to recollect and find out a or two
Check the weather, never I ain't in the mood
Eyes settled on a prize bitch, I'm in the
Strip vinyl, fired up, I get to choose
Which my rivals could win or lose
through the fog, I wish for summer off
Spring for the dark, my nigga in a long-sleeve
Dripping it all, niggas know
Niggas know not to hit me, I get too many calls
city shit go, it's a pity how a piggy did you dog
That's why swampman living in the bog, feeling like a
Off-bred niggas on the spittle getting
Swear you can hear death whistle afar
When the blow, feds want your info
Streets of sink holes, sheets full of nymphos
Brains like a baseball, legs like some
Head for the hills, I'm on your heels
a bloodhound trained to your scent
Show face when I get dope, nigga my face in the
Two cards, blackjack, ace's, it's lit
Closed case on the mess I made thugging
No trace of you since, I sin, no place to
game but we win, motherfucker
Closed game, cold