Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)

Strange fruit hangin' the poplar trees
on the leaves
Breeze,
Blood on the
Breeze,
Blood on the
Breeze,
Black
in the southern breeze, breeze
Strange hangin' from the poplar trees
From the trees

Flocka on bullshit again
The in the pool pit again
You fucking bout to forfeit again
Your importance seems so enormous and
cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
Turn pale you see my fucking bucket list
Life is super sweet, the finest sour
I'm 'bout to hang glide from the tower
My silent hour when I'm on raging
They used to look down, now I see they changin'
The banging
The make them taste fame and
You niggas so I guess I have to say it layman

Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the breeze)
nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga
We knock the fuck niggas out
4 years in this shit
Breeze!

Strange hangin' from the poplar trees
From the trees

Flocka on trees, that's blood on the leaves
All I a pretty face, little something to squeeze
And it's to me
Man I came from a different
I'm 'bout to cop four to a Clippers game
Make sure I wear every single chain
Not because I can, but he can't
But why wait, I guess it change nothing
I wonder why my brothers
Or pop another pill
I'm tryna another thrill
It's degree
Man, Flocka on trees, that's blood on the leaves
Squad!