Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your
I'm out that window my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to with my shit
I'm in click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
Bitches brains I bust, feel the in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I another hit on this shit nigga you dead
ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as you lost your face
Blood all the place I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny I can hear the devil knocking
I done body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my fucking
I sold my at an early age
And now my releasing daemons in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices running when ya in
Fear only make me curious, I'll never be
But if you slip you pay your here come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my fucking
Talking shit up in my
Another day another sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them hard
Its your final call bitch I'll you like menthol
Fuck all you I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out they scheming for they cheese
oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze whole coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
This figure head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But fuck it I'm through with the
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, be chrome packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, I piss on competition
And have all you hoes in
to recondition your stilo
Lyrical
I sling rhymes kilos
>From to Puerto Rico
One other from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight is all this bitch know
this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete
Cooks more in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up down and tossed
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
right and left well known with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
That's what here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get your whole engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, torsoe full of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
jumps back makes you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
power
My lyrics knocking a KL beat
It be that she-devil below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they still need a to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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