Luyện nghe bài hát Basement Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna me
out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another hit
Don't know who to trust my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
Bitches I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done your grace
Been in game for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I take another hit on this shit you dead
Never ask forgiveness the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all the place I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause I can hear the knocking
I done body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my soul at an age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to I see the visions coming
Is running 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 scarfs for my glory
Talking shit up in my
Another day another sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll smoke you menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
up out they indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
your whole coalition
Strapped ammunition
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through with the
when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, I piss on competition
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition stilo
nino
I sling like kilos
>From here to Puerto
One sequel from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green bitches and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all bitch know
50's this nine millimeter leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my
Tricking ass be my victims when night falls
Ya'll wants to 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
right and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, your grill out
That's what this be bout
So you can doubt what I'm saying and run 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 full of
My flow so grand it make the say damn
Shit jumps back you wanna holler
But I sees nothing but
power
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch you can't see her
and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, I be living for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement
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