Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna 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 click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too you bout to lose your face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I take another hit on this shit nigga you
Never ask told the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost face
Blood all over the I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and 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 releasing daemons in a rage
My eyes in a
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the coming
Is juices running ya done in
Fear only make me curious, never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here come the now nigga they

Crack for my fucking glory
shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch I'll smoke you menthol
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
Creeping up out they indo for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your whole
Strapped with
Infrareds ditches for chicken heads
This from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, bullets in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through with the
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I exhale on you scale
laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
You ain't fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And have all you hoes in
Trying to recondition your
nino
I rhymes like kilos
>From here to Rico
One sequel from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April
Followe by your line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my
Tricking ass niggas be my victims night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up down and tossed
chick you don't want to see her
Your can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known the clout
To wire your mouth, your grill out
That's what here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm saying and run lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta
Too to deal with
I'm still a that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the beats say
Shit jumps back you wanna holler
But I sees nothing but
power
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 still need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, I be living for the drama
The mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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