Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll your shit
I'm out that with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to trust my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking
Who you with, Skandalous fucking dangerous
brains I bust, feel the lust 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 your face
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take another hit on shit nigga you dead
ask forgiveness 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 destiny cause I can the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you believe
I numb them bodies and play my fucking
I my soul at an early age
And now my hearts daemons in a rage
My in a daze
I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices when ya done in
Fear only me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your here come the light now nigga they

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

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga dope on the block
Pop pop goes the I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in bodybags
toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter niggas dressed in army fatigues
your whole coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds digging for chicken heads
figure from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in Lexus door
But fuck it I'm with the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small
laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
You hoes ain't fucking that
Or this, I piss on competition
And have all you in submission
Trying to your stilo
Lyrical
I sling rhymes like
>From to Puerto Rico
One other sequel the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all bitch know
50's this millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your second line of
I devour competition, causing submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get tied down and tossed
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
Mia's right and left known with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
what this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm saying and run lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
Shit back makes you wanna holler
But I sees 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 be trying 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 flexing down this motherfucking basement sesion
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