Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

[Mr.
Yeah, it's the shadow of death
One time at your ass
Money and Greed all these evil deeds
So your ass mothafucka

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

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

[Mr.
So close your mothafucka

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

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

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and your soul is burning
At first you it was a dream but no longer returnin
As you lie butt naked like a body of a tomb
Got suspended animation as I slept in your
It's The Shadow One Man Battalion not be on my horizon
Cause I'm dressin in open up to see with your eye
Suprisin the rival when you least it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness cause that just
My is tempted to pull the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating them from all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus these bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a little help then give this a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm trustin no one but
And you better be ready for wars when ever you me up at your doors
No suprises so close 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 covered up with my
When the glock pops and the drops
I'm no evidence for the cops
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and stash their limbs in the
The gettin critical with this lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of bitches in no longer breathen
I'm hearin mother cry and you're trying hard to survive
Mothafuck you and your momma cause you're bout to die
So I look in your eyes and ask you how it feel
To know in a matter of moments you'll see mother get killed
Get chills up and down your you can feel your stomach turning
for the fact that it's murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes Satan me with them 6's
Getting rid of them noises mothauckas all in my
You witness you die, don't ask me
You's a mothafucka any ways so close eyes

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and in mind
That ever you do, what ever time it is
And what ever plot doing
I'm to witness it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it stop