Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
Pull out the blunt I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another hit
Don't who to trust with my shit
I'm in click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, fucking dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, feel the in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, pray 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 take hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me
You talked some shit front your boys and as you lost your face
Blood all over the place I'm counting the fucking dropping
I know my destiny I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you believe
I numb bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a
My in a daze
Evertime I close my eyes to go to I see the visions coming
Is juices running ya done in
only make me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you you pay your life here come the light now nigga they

Crack for my fucking glory
shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga slow
up out they indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys dressed in army fatigues
Freeze whole coalition
Strapped ammunition
Infrareds digging for chicken heads
This figure head to toe
Labeled as a Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door
But it I'm through with the fairytales
Cause when some shit off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat eliminate your whole habitat
You ain't fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I sling rhymes like
>From here to Rico
One other sequel from the infamous
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 for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
by your second line of flowers
I devour competition, complete submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss chick you want to see her
Your can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and 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 saying and run lip
Or get your whole engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to with
I'm still a bitch be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the beats say
jumps back makes you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
power
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this basement sesion
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