Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

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

Crack scarfs for my glory
Talking up in my territory
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them hard
Its your final call bitch I'll smoke you like
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys dressed in army fatigues
Freeze whole coalition
with ammunition
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But it I'm through with the fairytales
when some shit jump 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 will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, I piss on competition
And have all you in submission
Trying to recondition your
nino
I sling like kilos
here to Puerto Rico
One other sequel from the infamous
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing 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 your second of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks more dope in my
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night
Ya'll to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss you don't want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the or meet the dumb hoe beaters
right and left well known with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
what this here be bout
So you can doubt I'm saying and run that lip
Or get whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My flow so it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I nothing but dollars
power
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement
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