Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your
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 who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
Bitches brains I bust, the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you to lose your face
I got the mind of a ass ??
As I take another hit on this shit nigga you
Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as you lost your 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 them bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts daemons in a rage
My in a daze
Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions
Is running when ya done in
only make me curious, I'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay life here come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my glory
Talking 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 bring nightmare than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them hard
Its your final bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in fatigues
Freeze your coalition
Strapped with
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
This figure from to toe
as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm with the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches bail
Who prevail when I exhale on you small scale
laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your habitat
You ain't fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to your stilo
Lyrical
I sling rhymes kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other sequel from the unseen
Scheming for the smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint is all I fien for straight 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
more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss chick you don't to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or the dumb hoe beaters
right and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock grill out
That's this here be bout
So you can doubt what I'm saying and run lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming 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 nothing but dollars
power
My knocking like a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be trying to 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 down this basement sesion
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