Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna me
Pull out the blunt I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous dangerous
Bitches I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost 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 shit nigga you dead
Never ask told the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your
Blood all the place I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause I can the devil knocking
I done sent body and to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my fucking
I sold my soul at an age
And now my hearts daemons in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my eyes to go to I see the visions coming
Is running when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, I'll be afraid
But if you slip you pay life here come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my fucking
Talking shit up in my
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? them bodies fall hitting them 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 slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for cheese
Slanging oz's and keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
This figure head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through with the
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches 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 eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't fucking that
Or this, I piss on competition
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition your
nino
I sling rhymes like
>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 shit is all bitch know
this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your line of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks more dope in my
ass niggas be my victims when night falls
Ya'll to floss 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
Mia's right and left well known 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 much to with
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My flow so it make the beats say damn
jumps back makes 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
Niggas and be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this basement sesion
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