Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

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

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

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them hard
Its your final call bitch smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army
Freeze whole coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds ditches 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 shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who prevail when I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome
the facts I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, I piss on competition
And have all you in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I rhymes like kilos
>From here to Rico
One other sequel from the infamous
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of apple 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 showers
Followe by your second line of
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks more dope in my
ass niggas be my victims when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get tied down and tossed
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
Mia's right and left known with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
That's this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm and run that lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the beats say
Shit jumps makes you wanna holler
But I nothing but dollars
Feminist
My knocking like a KL beat
It be that she-devil that sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing down this motherfucking basement sesion
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