Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
Pull out the nigga I'll wreck your 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 know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous dangerous
Bitches I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done your grace
Been in game for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take another hit on this nigga you dead
ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit 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 to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a
My in a daze
Evertime I my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is running when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga

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

2 (Steph)

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

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all I fien for straight is all this bitch know
50's this millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by your line of flowers
I devour competition, complete submissions
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims night falls
Ya'll to floss but get set-up 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 well with the clout
To wire mouth, knock your grill out
what this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm saying and run lip
Or get whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay on the man
And taking flights, taped full of contrabands
My so grand it make the beats say damn
jumps back makes you wanna holler
But I sees but dollars
Feminist
My lyrics knocking like a KL
It be that she-devil that below sea bitch you can't see her
Niggas and be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The biggest mama flexing shutting this motherfucking basement sesion
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