Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry Chills

fields,
wheels,
hillls,
blueberry 4x

beat hit hard like mallets,
24, karats
I stay raw, organics
Like a chainsaw, vanish
me your name, so I can forget it
I'm in the fast
And you at the

past you bitches
While you blow for
I ball hard bitches
You holding on stitches
I'm taking off, no
You behind me hitches
grinding like bitches
In the eye lens snitches

Cocaine
C's in the
Up all
speakers blaring
Keep it clean, like my parents,
my life, so you can stop staring

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

Bitch I got some
Oh I got some red
Oh you ain't got my
Then I got your head
And I got the under my bed
Two and I got jets
I ain't talk about numbers,
they might just call the feds

I know you out of mind
And you know my pockets looking lime
You only wasting my
You a online
you gonna do?
at me?
Take it to the hood
Let the streets me

Step up, I got a bitch Ima call her
I'm out of town with my
And if you talk big money then
Lil fish, get ate hoe
I'm drunk as but I'm capable
I see it all in your hoe
You aint high, you a hoe

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x

I don't need opinion
You softer minion filet, baby
Fake get shitted on
Bossing, my be the tightest
Flossing, I had gingivitis
Push them hoes
day they froze
They on they toes, tryna see the show

Get in like, you at the DMV
my time, YMCMB
Homies some checkin'
Like carrying a weapon
no disrespecting
But yo clothes look like slept in
Today you shoulda in
The master
steppin

fields,
wheels,
hills,
blueberry 4x