Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

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

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

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 final call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, drive slow
Creeping up out indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas in army fatigues
Freeze your coalition
with ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
figure from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving in your Lexus door
But fuck it I'm through with the
Cause when some shit jump off, all you on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the facts I'm the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I sling rhymes kilos
here to Puerto Rico
One other sequel from the infamous
Scheming for the green 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 shit is all this know
50's nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers
Followe by second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete
Cooks more in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss chick you want to see her
bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock your out
That's what this be bout
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal
I'm still a bitch that' be's down stay scheming on the man
And flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit jumps back you wanna holler
But I sees nothing but
power
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to this hoe
For sure, cause I be living for the
The mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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