Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another hit
Don't who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
Bitches I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too you bout to lose 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 some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all the place I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny I can hear the devil knocking
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 eyes to go to sleep I see the visions
Is juices running ya done in
Fear only me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay life here come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my glory
Talking up in my territory
day another world's sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies 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 they scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army
Freeze whole coalition
with ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for heads
This figure head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through the fairytales
Cause when some jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I on competition
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition your
Lyrical
I sling like kilos
>From here to Rico
One other from the infamous 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
50's this millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your line of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks more in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get tied down and tossed
Boss chick you want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well with the clout
To wire your mouth, your grill out
That's what this here be
So you can doubt I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you wanna
But I sees but dollars
power
My lyrics knocking a KL beat
It be that she-devil below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they need a ladder 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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