Luyện nghe bài hát Spill My Blood

Have they come to my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my
If the law men me?

they come to spill my blood?
Have they to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my
If the law men me?

Lord Infamous, the futuristic, bounty-hunter
Nigga, I come the land down under
Up the the ground
You don't want to or cry round

Toss and
My do, so my poetry
Now chicken blood or
My been shook by a pack of coyote

Soarin' through the down to the trees
Packed tight two-some on shakes
No with a paratroop, in fields with parachutes
to the blue

No matter however, can't em' for forever
Dead or alive, with body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedals
Yes, the are your choice, my dred
Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head

I'm wakin' up, tossin' and
in a scuffle
My aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak
My voice is muffled,

My hands over my
done got me
I'm to feel woozy
They shot me

The same fools I done on
In his own sleep,
One them hoes
Now creeped on me

Fool, we got ass now
So, up?
you quiet just because we got your ass muff?

Muffled-like, bag mouth
of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you creep
we was sleep, but it was just no doubt

Now the tables have
And in the mist of the
Your sould burn, nigga

Have they to spill my blood?
Have they to sentence me?
I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Have come to spill my blood?
Have come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my
If the law men me?

Ten times out of twelve, times out of tenv
Boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end smokin'

Gettin' twisted more and sippin', thoughts
Thoughts about a
I remember what that had bought

Kept visine in my purse
Get a rental car Hertz
my niggas from the Three 6
Tell 'em 'bout the first

Ooh, wee
Can it be, another we done made
Fakin' on no damn
A gots to get paid

on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, it's like home alone
Like white boy lets go get this bitch

Man, nigga, gone, done deal stupid
Now you know this bitch
go gets high
Scott with your shit

For all the dirt that I did to my
me, Lord, each and every night
Croked cops, a gun, don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out of

Search a nigga from the shirt to
on me but a sack ass can
[Unverified] with shots
clean

They find a couple of
Tons of that that nigga don't know
The man can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the but the nigga didn't go

Broke his throat with a quick left
Now it's on and the begins
Cuttin' the corner, blowin' in the wind
Dog on my and he pickin' up the scent

[Unverified] cops kill a four legged
in the lex, voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they complex
Fuck the red light, on my set

Cops on my 'cause I let you rest
Hop in the car, ran two blocks
Put in reverse, I heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so I get popped
Officer friendly, on the nonstop

Have they come to spill my
Have they come to me?
Will I here with my life, my Lord
If the law men me?

Have come to spill my blood?
they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here my life, my Lord
If the law men me?