Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Blood Kin

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

Yo, the garden of redemption, half of my is fenced in
For being men, never listening
Like Listen on Riker's pisten, 25 was no surprise
He shot 3 left one paralyzed

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

He the cleaves to an island off the Florida Keys
Bent out, Dunn had a 3 penthouse
450 C on
Young fakes made the move on the New 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
was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table
My Dunn escaped out with stable
Of course, he fucked up sniffing white

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

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

Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the
Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door
Said heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom
You shoulda swooped on 'em Wake Water do 'em on him

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

Some bitches still be holding
20, 25 years on 'em growing
Now back with the shit with the burner to be on it
12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it and niggas want it

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

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