Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that with 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, fucking dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your
Been in game for too long you bout to lose your 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 result you lost your
Blood all over the I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil
I done sent body and to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions
Is juices running when ya in
Fear only make me curious, never be afraid
But if you you pay your life here come the light now nigga they

Crack for my fucking glory
Talking shit up in my
day another world's sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the
Pop pop goes the glock I more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm you in them bodybags
toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army
your whole coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
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 off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And have all you hoes in
Trying to recondition your
Lyrical
I sling rhymes like
here to Puerto Rico
One other sequel the infamous unseen
Scheming for the smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing apple pie
Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta you wetter than April showers
Followe by your second line of
I devour competition, causing complete
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up down and tossed
Boss chick you want to see her
bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left known with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock your out
That's what here be bout
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming on the man
And flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics knocking like a KL
It be that she-devil that below sea bitch you can't see her
and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting this motherfucking basement sesion
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