Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your
I'm out window with 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, Skandalous fucking
Bitches brains I bust, the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, pray to God cause you done lost 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 nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost face
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 soul to my eternal flames you best
I numb them bodies and play my game
I sold my soul at an age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to I see the visions coming
Is juices running when ya in
Fear only make me curious, never be afraid
But if you slip you pay life here come 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 selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies hitting them prisoners hard
Its final call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
Creeping up out they indo for they cheese
oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your coalition
Strapped with
digging ditches for chicken heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape gone bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't fucking with
Or this, I piss on competition
And have all you in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I sling rhymes like
>From to Puerto Rico
One other sequel from the unseen
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and 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 berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my
Tricking ass niggas be my when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known with the
To wire your mouth, knock your out
That's what here be bout
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the say damn
Shit jumps back makes you wanna
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics knocking a KL beat
It be that she-devil that sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, cause I be for the drama
The biggest mama flexing down this motherfucking basement sesion
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