Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck shit
I'm out that window my 44, another fucking 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, Skandalous fucking
Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we
Nigga I'm at your door, pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I take another hit on this nigga you dead
ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace
You some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the place I'm counting the fucking bodies
I know my cause I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you believe
I numb them and play my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts releasing in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices when ya done in
only 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 fucking
shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the
Pop pop goes the glock I more nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call I'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter niggas dressed in army fatigues
your whole coalition
Strapped ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
This figure from to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your door
But fuck it I'm with the fairytales
when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who prevail when I exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, be chrome packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And have all you hoes in
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
Tired of apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta you wetter than April showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my
Tricking ass be my victims when night falls
Ya'll wants to but get set-up tied 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 with the
To wire your mouth, your grill out
That's what this here be
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I sees but dollars
power
My lyrics knocking a KL beat
It be that she-devil that sea level bitch you can't see her
and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How they need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause I be for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement
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