Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit
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 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 game for too long you bout to lose your
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take another hit on this shit nigga you
Never ask forgiveness the Lord to give me grace
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 know my destiny cause I can hear the devil
I done body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I them bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my releasing daemons in a rage
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions
Is juices when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, I'll be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life come the light now nigga they

Crack for my fucking glory
shit up in my territory
Another day another sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter keys dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds digging for chicken heads
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving in your Lexus door
But it I'm through with the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
to recondition your stilo
Lyrical
I sling like kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other sequel from the infamous
for the green smoking bitches 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 this bitch
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than showers
Followe by your line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass be my victims when night falls
wants 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 dumb hoe
Mia's right and left well known the clout
To wire your mouth, knock grill out
That's this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get your click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped full of
My flow so grand it make the say damn
Shit jumps back you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My knocking like a KL beat
It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting this motherfucking basement sesion
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