Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

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

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

2 (Steph)

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

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing pie dreams
greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss you don't want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the hoe beaters
right and left well known with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
That's what this here be
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 designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, torsoe full of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
jumps back makes you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch 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, I be living for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this basement sesion
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