Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train like Cus
Guard plant
Recline low milano
Blessed God kosher
One in the top of the
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My nine is stuck in a
Dump
my dick
Made a bum bitch
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Heard she in jail flicks

Black widow to be a back seater
pillows a pimpstress in willow
Cookin my and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta split my wife's
So I can see the seeds of my circumference
lunged it
Polishin at the gunsmith

My mama told me take
Buy slugs or whatever calculate better
When measured
Lock the front door
See the gleaming crystal when its pure

Fuck the hoes and jealous ass niggas
That your Benz windows
Detecting fake signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin like the fed time 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 mans
the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day scream religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
Foul shit made a mom crazy
More bodies drop by the yo
Paces
thoughts for makin dough
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my for cash flow
So now its on wasted a slug
is money
When it comes to
it in Blood