Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

[Mr.
Yeah, it's the of your death
One more time at ass
Money and Greed caused all these evil
So watch your ass

I can hear evil voices callin my name
My mental state is at peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and is where you sleep
I creep through the night with bow an arrows machetes
These better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not leavin you hate this
You're not knowing when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong that I'm doing my krime
if you cross that your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up from behind your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that death
Like I got your sprung
I got you picturin like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung with crazies way before I was teen
Packing a glock not given a fuck I'm an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures for torture
I told all you fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to this
And askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes

[Mr. Lil
Fool you should of known
I be the one holding the key to where you go

[Mr.
So your eyes mothafucka

[Mr. Lil
Fool you of been known
That I be the one holding the key to you go

[Mr.
It's to die mothafucka
(Repeat 2x)

[Mr.
night I got you tossin and turnin your soul is burning
At first you thought it was a but no longer returnin
As you lie butt naked like a body of a tomb
Got suspended as I slept in your room
It's The One Man Battalion better not be on my horizon
Cause I'm in disguises open up to see with your eye
Suprisin the rival when you expect it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness cause just unexcepted
My finger is to pull the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm them uncles from all their nephews and nieces
So help these bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a help then give this demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm trustin no one but
And you better be for wars when ever you hear me up at your doors
No more suprises so your eyes and don't resist
In the gallery of all we do is triple 6 bitch

[Mr.
Canibusateva got me my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas up with my shots
When the glock pops and the fool
I'm leavin no for the cops
those punk I'll buck them too and stash their limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical with lyrical demon
I'm leavin you sons of bitches in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're hard to survive
Mothafuck you and your cause you're both bout to die
So I look in your and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of moments you'll see mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can your stomach turning
Nausiated for the that it's murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes Satan bless me them 6's
rid of them noises mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so close

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and in mind
That what you do, what ever time it is
And what ever plot you're
I'm to witness it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it don't