Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard your
Recline low black
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
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My is stuck in a holster
Dump
my dick
Made a bum rich
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she naked in jail flicks

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

My mama me take cheddar
Buy slugs or whatever calculate better
When cakes
the front door secure
See the gleaming crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
That smash Benz windows
Detecting fake signals
Yo niggas get it too
Scarin rappers the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red eyes
Yellow of la
Opening let tobacco fly
Kicks matchin my my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream praise
grazed the baby yo
Foul shit made a mom crazy
More bodies drop by the yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my for cash flow
So now its on never wasted a
is money
When it comes to
it in Blood