Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they 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 click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, fucking dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we
I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I another hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me
You talked some 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 I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices running when ya in
Fear make me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here the light now nigga they

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

2 (Steph)

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

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight is all this bitch know
50's this nine berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your second line of
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more in my kitchen
ass niggas be my victims when night falls
Ya'll to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss chick you want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
Mia's right and left well known the clout
To wire your mouth, knock grill out
That's what here be bout
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I nothing but dollars
power
My lyrics knocking like a KL
It be that she-devil that 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, cause I be for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down motherfucking basement sesion
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