Luyện nghe bài hát Oxy Music

I got my hustle
I my hustle off
Oxy contin

I got my chopper
make me chop him off
Chop chop chop knock him off

1]
Blood on the death in the air
Birds on the ground everywhere
Devils in the eyes always cry
Papa never home fuck it we all
Tryna get ?????
me the beaker i'll measure the white
Heat up the water it in pot
Baking and ??? make it rock
Get you a saucer the go chop
Get you a Glock and in a block
Set up ya shop dare em to
Fuck ?by da cop his ass shot ya?

2]
Satan in your soul let it control
Oxy cotin fiends keep the low
Let the pill burn inhale exhale it
Let yo heart explode ya to the floor
I gets the dough I hard
ain't got shit on moi
Green beans 80s fo
They like what im bout
You know what im bout
No or nothiin
heroines cousin smoke mufflers out

3]
Only lords
And time'll tell
I got to heaven
Or will I burn in
Music in my
Vibratin my spine
to my heart
Shoulda been here from the
Now I get breath my audio (??????????)
You know I ain't a xanny bro
(nigga we on it be up by the mornin)
You wreck a new bitch panties tho
(threw out my line)Fish up fo sho
(nigga we ya) Ox to know
(put my big boy in her)
There she blows higher controlin her hustle
Keep goin she shittin on niggas excuse all our
Boss after boss like we ballin we here for the moment
(We this cash) My ??? be imported my bitch be imported
My grind get your life get deported
Ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers
Loosin my while recordin on