Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

Italiano
Train like Cus
your plant
Recline low milano
God feelin kosher
One in the top of the
???
My nine is stuck in a
quick
Chasing my
Made a bum rich
???
Heard she naked in flicks

Black widow to be a back seater
Satin pillows a in willow
Cookin my and heads low
Eye
The son of the
I gotta 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 whatever calculate better
When measured
Lock the front door
See the white crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake and jealous ass niggas
That smash your windows
fake niggas signals
Yo live get it too
rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red high
Yellow of la
Opening 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 the baby yo
Foul shit a welfare mom crazy
More bodies by the razor yo
flow
Grisly thoughts for makin
Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for flow
So now its on never a slug
Time is
it comes to mine
it in Blood