Luyện nghe bài hát In My Blood

1:

You why,
I hang these thugs
Whut,
I'm the hood
Nigga,
I gives a (I gives a fuck)
in my blood
Since I was I been hangin' with these niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these
St. in
The m-p-l-s, I hear you
I put it yes
Now rock were you at
I heard you say some about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass
Come see the deal
Stay in the nigga
These will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots,
a glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your
Knock,
up nigga?
These start singing
It's me and yuk with the l-g in the
It's stinkin',
Bowlin' on the
Creepin,
Me, till the
stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble for the train
Even your moms my name
I be the d into the m and the m the g
And I the b-o-m-b-?

It's in my
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the
And fuckin wit these thugs,
in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be
And out there slingin' drugs,
in my blood
That drug money, stuff shit up under the rug
And make nigga bug, nigga
It's in my
Niggas like me turn niggas 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 taxes was added
where the a-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in
Lavage
Do automatics scopes under my mattress
With the and the drugmoney,
Stuffin' that up under the rugmoney
hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we money
I'm a nigga, a nigga,
you like to be a nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these do
You probably be a too
and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for
In the bakin up peruvian flake
It
28
by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam
A hundred grams on the beam flake
2.2 to be straight
My niggas flew in from ga
to buy 4 kilos
Then slow back to youngstown ohio
So these rhymes
Let me stick my in your ear,
And with your mind

3:
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Niggas themselves as low key,
Broken and fabricated
ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars they made it
That type of bullshit is
But I played it like I it
My partners have said that
It was set me up
For
Money, clothes and but road I chose was
nice
Niggas just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from
lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we
I blush,
Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring
Goin' and roll fast
Tryin' to get my eyes 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 the type of mystery
Lay it down like
the intend of be myself and i
Street desire,
of mind, I was least to find
Some
Hossisiless it to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was
And I was
With the shit life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is
what I love
It's in my

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