Luyện nghe bài hát Closed 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 fucking
Who you with, Skandalous fucking dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, 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 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 told the to give me grace
You talked some 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 cause I can hear the knocking
I sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them and play my fucking game
I my soul at an early age
And now my releasing daemons in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my eyes to go to I see the visions coming
Is juices running ya done 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 another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll you like menthol
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out they scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze whole coalition
Strapped ammunition
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
This from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through with the
Cause some shit jump off, all you murder on tape 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 your whole
You hoes ain't fucking with
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
to recondition your stilo
Lyrical
I sling rhymes kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April
Followe by second line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up down and tossed
Boss chick you want 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 mouth, knock 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 much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit jumps back you wanna holler
But I sees nothing but
Feminist
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that she-devil below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be trying to at 5'4
How they still a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, I be living for the drama
The biggest mama shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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