Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, New Version

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

Black widow turned to be a seater
Satin pillows a pimpstress in
Cookin my and heads 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 told me cheddar
Buy or drugs whatever calculate better
When cakes
Lock the door secure
See the gleaming crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass
That your Benz windows
fake niggas signals
Yo live get it too
rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red high
envelopes of la
Opening let tobacco fly
matchin my shit my gun on
Thinkin of names for my unborn
Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary
Put my hat on my
Latter Day scream religious praise
Heat grazed the yo
shit made a welfare mom crazy
More bodies drop by the yo
flow
Grisly for makin dough
Haitian bitch a spell on my life for cash flow
So now its on wasted a slug
Time is
When it comes to
it in Blood