Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
like Cus Damato
Guard your
Recline low milano
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
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My nine is in a holster
quick
Chasing my
a bum bitch rich
???
Heard she in jail flicks

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

My mama me take cheddar
Buy slugs or drugs whatever better
cakes measured
Lock the front secure
See the gleaming white crystal when its

Fuck the snake hoes and ass niggas
That smash your windows
Detecting niggas signals
Yo live get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red high
envelopes of la
Opening cigars let fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my mans
Spill the Rican rum on imaginary graves
Put my hat on my
Latter Day Saints scream praise
Heat the baby yo
Foul shit made a welfare mom
More drop by the razor yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian cast a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on never wasted a
Time is
When it comes to
Take it in