Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they test me
Pull out the blunt nigga wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, fucking hit
Don't know who to trust my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous dangerous
brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you lost your grace
Been in this game for too 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 me grace
You talked some shit front boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the place I'm counting the fucking dropping
I know my destiny cause I can the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you believe
I numb them bodies and my fucking game
I sold my soul at an age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a
My in a daze
I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices running ya done in
Fear make me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you you pay your life here come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my glory
Talking shit up in my
Another day world's sad story

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall them prisoners hard
Its final call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your whole
Strapped ammunition
Infrareds digging for chicken heads
figure from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through the fairytales
when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition stilo
nino
I sling rhymes kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other sequel the infamous 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 shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter April showers
Followe by your second of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks more in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
right and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock grill out
That's what this here be
So you can doubt I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the say damn
Shit back makes you wanna holler
But I sees nothing but
power
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 face hoe
For sure, cause I be for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this basement sesion
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