Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Blood Kin

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

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

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

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

he flipped his man to see the nigga bury
Check the sub though, heat key Joe
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 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 through his eye
He screamed, the of his police team
Got ripped to death like a 88

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

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

Jet skied on 'em then flew around on 'em
4 in the morning, I threw the ski mask on 'em
My little on the corner when I plant it on 'em
357 nosing on 'em
Some that was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches still be holding
20, 25 years on 'em growing
Now back the shit with the twelve burner to be on it
12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it and niggas don't it

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 hit by a bullet

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