Luyện nghe bài hát In My Blood

1:

You why,
I hang with these
Whut,
I'm from the
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I a fuck)
It's in my
Since I was I been hangin' with these niggas
And I die I gon remain with these 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, been your ass back
Come see the deal
in the fields nigga
These niggas kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots,
a glock, pah, pah,
It's on your block
Knock,
up nigga?
These sirenes start
me and yuk with the l-g in the makin'
It's stinkin',
Bowlin' on the
Creepin,
Me, till the
Gimme up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble for the train
your moms know my name
I be the d the m and the m into the g
And I the b-o-m-b-?

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

2:

It's in my
Like a
How it all
Paps is crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was
pay 38 for a package
Tightly
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was
That's where the headin'
Even I sleep they in cavage
Lavage
Do with scopes under my mattress
With the and the drugmoney,
Stuffin' that shit up under the
Thug
Takin' only cause we love money
I'm a nigga, a nigga,
Would you like to be a too
big scrilla like these niggas do
You be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the in blue
for clues
In the kitchen bakin up peruvian
It
28
Multiplied by 36 zips to
A triple brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple flake
2.2 pounds to be
My niggas just in from ga
to buy 4 kilos
Then slow back to youngstown ohio
So fuck these
Let me my dick in your ear,
And fuck your mind

3:
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Niggas betray as low key,
Broken and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way
Ain't no wars they made it
type of bullshit is outdated
But I it like I laid it
My partners always said that
It was set me up
For
Money, clothes and hoes but I chose was
nice
Niggas know what it's like to be hustelers
from strugglers
Bitches us
Blindly chasin' that we lust
I blush,
Bottles, havin' and iring dreams
Goin' down and fast
Tryin' to get what my have seen
of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these right to see
But part not I was to the point,
Not even I could see, or I could be

I wasn't meant for me this of trickery
Hit me the type of mystery
Lay it down like
With the of be myself and i
desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to
Some
Hossisiless it to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was
And I was
With the shit that once sent
depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' I love
It's in my

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