Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your
I'm out that with my 44, another fucking hit
know 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 brains I bust, the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me
You talked shit front 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 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 hearts releasing in a rage
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the coming
Is juices when ya done in
Fear only 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 glory
Talking up in my territory
day another world's sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your whole
Strapped with
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
This from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But it I'm through with the fairytales
Cause some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who prevail when I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And have all you in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I sling like kilos
here to Puerto Rico
One other sequel from the unseen
for the green smoking 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 berreta you wetter than April showers
Followe by your line of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss you don't want to see her
Your bitch can run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock grill out
That's this here be bout
So you can doubt I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down scheming on the man
And flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps makes you wanna holler
But I sees but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that she-devil below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and 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 sesion
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