Luyện nghe bài hát Spill My Blood

Have they to spill my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I here with my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Have they to spill my blood?
they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Infamous, the futuristic, rowdy bounty-hunter
Nigga, I come the land down under
Up the from the
You don't to rumble or cry round

Toss and
My do, so my poetry
Now chicken or poultry
My victim been shook by a of coyote

Soarin' through the down to the trees
Packed with two-some on shakes
No rubber a paratroop, in fields with parachutes
Down to the

No however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle flower pedals
Yes, the consequences are your choice, my
'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your

I'm up, tossin' and turnin'
in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely I speak,
My voice is muffled,

My over my face
They got me
I'm startin' to feel
They done me

The same I done creeped on
In his own sleep,
One them hoes
Now creeped on me

Fool, we got ass now
So, up?
Isn't you quiet just we got your ass muff?

Muffled-like, bag your
Shouldn't of ran your
Talkin' you gonna creep
we was sleep, but it was just no doubt

Now the tables have
And in the mist of the
funky sould burn, nigga

Have they to spill my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I here with my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Have they to spill my blood?
they come to sentence me?
Will I leave with my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Ten out of twelve, nine times out of tenv
Boo is in it to win
Prophet till the end smokin' weed

Gettin' more and sippin', havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a
I remember that trick had bought

Kept visine in my purse
Get a rental car from
Call my niggas from the 6
'em 'bout the plan first

Ooh, wee
Can it be, another song we made
Fakin' on no jacks
A bitch gots to get

Come on prophets, now on
Nigga, it's that home alone
Like white boy fuckin' go get this bitch

Man, nigga, gone, done deal trick
Now you know lady bitch
go gets high
Scott free with shit

For all the dirt that I did to my
Forgive me, Lord, each and night
Croked cops, pull a gun, don't
Blow you away, leave you out of

Search a nigga the shirt to pants
on me but a sack ass can
[Unverified] with empty
Bucket

They find a of grams
Tons of dope that that don't know
The man can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the but the nigga didn't go

Broke his throat a quick left blowv
Now it's on and the begins
the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my and he pickin' up the scent

[Unverified] cops kill a four legged
in the lex, voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they complex
the red light, ballin' on my set

Cops on my trail 'cause I let you
Hop in the car, ran two blocks
Put in reverse, then I heard the gun
Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get
Officer friendly, on the nonstop

Have they come to my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I leave here my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Have they come to my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I leave here my life, my Lord
If the law men me?