Luyện nghe bài hát In My Blood

1:

You why,
I hang with these
Whut,
I'm from the
Nigga,
I a fuck (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 chris were you at
I heard you say some shit about blacks
Nigga, this been ass back
Come see the deal
Stay in the nigga
These will kill
ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga
a glock, pah, pah,
It's on your block
Knock,
Whut's up
These start singing
It's me and yuk the l-g in the makin'
It's stinkin',
on the weekend
Creepin,
Me, the currency
stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble for the train
Even your moms 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
Smokin sweets, drink to the suds
And fuckin wit thugs, nigga
in my blood
You wonder why us be hustelers
And out there drugs, nigga
That's in my
That drug money, stuff shit up under the rug
And that nigga bug, nigga
in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into
Fuckin wit us, wit us!

2:

It's in my
Like a
How it all
is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was
Niggas pay 38 for a
Tightly
For shippin' and handelin' was added
where the a-raps headin'
Even when I they in cavage
shit
Do automatics with under my mattress
the dope and the drugmoney,
Stuffin' that shit up the rugmoney
hungry
Takin' 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 be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the in blue
for clues
In the kitchen bakin up flake
It
28
Multiplied by 36 zips to
A triple beam brake, a beam shake
A grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 to be straight
My just flew in from ga
to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow to youngstown ohio
So these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in ear,
And fuck with your

3:
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Niggas themselves as low key,
Broken and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way
no wars cause they made it
That type of is outdated
But I it like I laid it
My partners have always said
It was set me up
For
Money, clothes and hoes but road I was
nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be
from strugglers
Bitches us
Blindly chasin' that we lust
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 eyes to see
But part not I was to the point,
Not even I could see, or that I be

I wasn't meant for me type of trickery
Hit me with the type of
Lay it down history
With the intend of be and i
desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to
Some
Hossisiless it to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was
the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now of my time is spent
Escapin' what I
It's in my

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