Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck shit
I'm out that with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to trust with my
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking
Who you stepping with, fucking dangerous
brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose face
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take another hit on this shit nigga you
Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me
You talked shit front your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the place I'm the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny 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 sold my soul at an age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the coming
Is juices running when ya in
Fear only 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
Talking shit up in my
day another world's sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners
Its your final call bitch I'll smoke you 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 fatigues
your whole coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds digging ditches for heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But it I'm through with the fairytales
Cause when some jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone when I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, be chrome packers
the facts I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate whole habitat
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to your stilo
Lyrical
I sling like 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 chasing apple pie
greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than showers
by your second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete
Cooks more in my kitchen
Tricking ass be my victims when night falls
wants 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
Mia's right and well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, your grill out
what this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get your click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I sees nothing but
Feminist
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her
and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How still need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be for the drama
The biggest mama flexing down this motherfucking basement sesion
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