Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard plant
Recline low black
Blessed God feelin
One in the top of the
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My nine is in a holster
Dump
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
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Heard she in jail flicks

Black turned to be a back seater
Satin pillows a pimpstress in
Cookin my blow and low
Eye
The son of the
I split my wife's melon
So I can see the seven seeds of my
lunged it
Polishin at the gunsmith

My told me take cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs whatever better
When measured
Lock the front secure
See the white crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass
That your Benz windows
fake niggas signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was to
Bloodshot red high
envelopes of la
Opening let tobacco fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Day Saints scream religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
shit made a welfare mom crazy
More bodies by the razor yo
Paces
thoughts for makin dough
Haitian cast a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on never wasted a
is money
When it comes to
Take it in