Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train Cus Damato
Guard your
low black milano
Blessed God feelin
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
Dump
Chasing my
Made a bum rich
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she naked in jail flicks

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

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

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
That your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red high
Yellow of la
cigars let tobacco fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
Foul made a welfare mom crazy
More bodies by the razor yo
Paces
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash
So now its on never wasted a
Time is
When it comes to
it in Blood