Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Blood Kin

Young Gods when you shout them guns you sons
get into the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

Yo, the garden of redemption, of my clan is fenced in
For lynch men, never listening
Like Sonny Listen on pisten, 25 was no surprise
He shot 3 niggas left one

bloody palms, them niggas tried and raped his moms
Start shooting at his
went to his charms on Saint Nicks, call that branch
The weed kid, 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid

He mailed the to an island off the Florida Keys
Bent out, Dunn had a 3 penthouse
450 C on
Young fakes the move on the New York street

Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga
Check the sub though, key Joe Colombo
Got a kid welled out in on the low
Pushin' a Benz-O, O-O and mo'

He his smoke out the store, Boe kicked in the door
Bran was in the back with 2 pounds of green on the table
My Dunn escaped out with stable
Of course, he fucked up white whores

The German's in his laboratory with the task
Bring it too hot we self cock the five
sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye
He screamed, the of his police team
Got ripped to death a 88 jeans

Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get into the pen for one
I rather be rich, lay and spark that shit
Killed now son of being hit by a

Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the in the pool
Keep your cool feds be on the door soon
they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom
You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Water do 'em on him

Jet on 'em then flew around corner on 'em
4 o'clock in the morning, I threw the ski on 'em
My little man's on the corner I plant it on 'em
357 slug on 'em
bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches problem be holding
20, 25 years on 'em they
Now back with the shit the twelve burner to be on it
12 is on it Darkman on it and niggas don't want it

Young Gods when you shout them guns you kill
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark that
Killed now son of being hit by a

Young Gods when you shout them guns you sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I be rich, lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of being hit by a