Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Blood Kin

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

Yo, the garden of redemption, half of my is fenced in
For being lynch men, listening
Like Sonny Listen on Riker's pisten, 25 was no
He shot 3 left one paralyzed

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

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

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

He selled his smoke out the store, Boe kicked in the
Bran was in the gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table
My Dunn out with guns stable
Of course, he fucked up sniffing white

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

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

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

Jet skied on 'em flew around corner 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 bitches that was bugging for him you 'em

Some problem still be holding
20, 25 on 'em they 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 you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I be rich, lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

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 hit by a bullet