Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga wreck your shit
I'm out that window 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 with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we
Nigga I'm at door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I another hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I my destiny cause I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my releasing daemons in a rage
My in a daze
I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is running when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga

Crack scarfs for my 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 hitting them prisoners hard
Its final call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm you in them bodybags
toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army
Freeze your whole
Strapped with
Infrareds digging ditches for heads
This figure from 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 bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, be chrome packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate whole habitat
You hoes ain't fucking that
Or this, cause I on competition
And have all you hoes in
to recondition your stilo
Lyrical
I rhymes like kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other sequel from the unseen
for the green 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 shit is all this bitch know
this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your second of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete
Cooks dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known the clout
To wire your mouth, knock your out
That's what this be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, torsoe full of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit back makes you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
power
My lyrics knocking a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be trying to at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, I be living for the drama
The biggest mama flexing down this motherfucking basement sesion
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