Luyện nghe bài hát In My Blood

1:

You why,
I hang these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the
Nigga,
I gives a (I gives a fuck)
It's in my
Since I was little I been hangin' with these
And till I die I gon remain with niggas
St. in
The m-p-l-s, I hear you
I put it yes
Now chris rock you at
I heard you say some shit some blacks
Nigga, this been ass back
Come see the real
Stay in the nigga
niggas will kill
This no cap-gun shots, nigga
a glock, pah, pah,
It's death on block
Knock,
Whut's up
These start singing
It's me and yuk with the l-g in the
It's stinkin',
Bowlin' on the
Creepin,
Me, the currency
stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm parked for the train
Even your know my name
I be the d the m and the m into the g
And I bring the

It's in my
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the
And fuckin wit these thugs,
That's in my
You wonder why us be hustelers
And out there drugs, nigga
That's in my
That drug money, stuff that up under the rug
And make that nigga bug,
in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you hustelers
wit us, fuckin wit us!

2:

It's in my
a chain-reaction
How it all
Paps is slangin' in the mid 80's
Back in the day shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a
rappin'
For shippin' and taxes was added
That's where the headin'
Even I sleep they in cavage
Lavage
Do automatics with scopes under my
With the and the drugmoney,
that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug
drugs only cause we love money
I'm a nigga, a nigga,
Would you to be a nigga too
big scrilla like these niggas do
You probably be a too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in
for clues
In the kitchen bakin up flake
It
28
Multiplied by 36 to make
A triple brake, a triple beam shake
A grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 to be straight
My niggas just flew in ga
to buy 4 kilos
Then drive back to youngstown ohio
So these rhymes
Let me my dick in your ear,
And fuck your mind

3:
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Niggas themselves as low key,
Broken down and
Easily ejaculated, table and half way faded
Ain't no wars they made it
That of bullshit is outdated
But I it like I laid it
My partners have always that
It was set me up
For
Money, clothes and hoes but road I was
nice
Niggas know just what like to be hustelers
Governors strugglers
Bitches us
Blindly chasin' that life we
I blush,
Bottles, thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll
Tryin' to get what my have seen
of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these right to see
But not I was blind to the point,
Not even I could see, or I could be

I wasn't meant for me this of trickery
Hit me with the of mystery
Lay it like history
With the of be myself and i
desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to
sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer
Nobody was for it, it was deadly
And I was
With the shit that once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is
Escapin' what I
in my blood

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