Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
Pull out the nigga I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, fucking hit
Don't who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better who you fucking with
Who you with, Skandalous fucking dangerous
brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you lost your grace
Been in game for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I another hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask told the Lord to give me grace
You talked shit front 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 done sent body and to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb bodies and play my fucking game
I my soul at an early age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices running ya done in
Fear only make me curious, I'll never be
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, 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 bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in them
Tagging toes, nigga slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your coalition
Strapped with
digging ditches for chicken heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But fuck it I'm through the fairytales
Cause some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And have all you hoes in
to recondition your stilo
Lyrical
I sling rhymes kilos
>From to Puerto Rico
One other sequel from the unseen
Scheming for the green smoking and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch
this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your second of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims night falls
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 heater or meet the hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known with the
To your mouth, knock your grill out
what this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get your whole click in gangsta shit
Too much to with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the say damn
Shit jumps back makes you wanna
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that she-devil that below sea level 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 for the drama
The biggest mama shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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