Luyện nghe bài hát Spill My Blood

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

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

Lord Infamous, the futuristic, rowdy
Nigga, I from the land down under
Up the the ground
You want to rumble or cry round

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

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

No matter however, hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I rotten flower pedals
Yes, the consequences are your choice, my
'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for head

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

My hands my face
done got me
I'm startin' to woozy
They shot me

The fools I done creeped on
In his own sleep,
One hoes survived
Now they on me

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

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

Now the tables have
And in the of the morgue
Your sould burn, nigga

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

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

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

Gettin' twisted and sippin', havin' thoughts
Thoughts a nigga
I what that trick had bought

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

Ooh, wee
Can it be, another we done made
on no damn jacks
A gots to get paid

on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, it's like that home
Like white boy fuckin' lets go get this

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

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

a nigga from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me but a ass can
with empty shots
Bucket

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

Broke his throat with a quick left
Now on and the chase begins
Cuttin' the corner, shirt in the wind
Dog on my and he pickin' up the scent

[Unverified] cops a four legged friend
Jump in the lex, like a hex
Dog confused, in they mind
Fuck the red light, on my set

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

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

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