Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can hear evil voices callin my name
My mental state is at it's
I'm chokin you son of bitches and ditches is you sleep
I creep through the night with bow an arrows 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 ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time that I'm doing my
if you cross that line your ass is
I'm sneaking up behind slashin your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that cause
Like meth I got sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin on your tongue
I hung with crazies way before I was teen
Packing a glock not a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with this
I'm colding then it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I this with picks, shovels and axes

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

[Mr.
So your eyes mothafucka

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

[Mr.
time to die mothafucka
(Repeat 2x)

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and turnin your is burning
At first you it was a dream but no longer returnin
As you lie butt naked like a body inside of a
Got suspended as I slept in your room
It's The Shadow One Man better not be on my horizon
Cause I'm in disguises open up to see with your eye
Suprisin the rival you least expect it
Ain't no surivivors or cause that just unexcepted
My finger is to pull the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating uncles from all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus help these bastards stay from the sicko
And if you need a little help then give demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm no one but myself
And you better be ready for wars when ever you me up at your doors
No more so close your eyes and don't resist
In the of evil 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 pops and the fool drops
I'm no evidence for the cops
Fuck punk I'll buck them too and stash their limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical with lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're hard to survive
Mothafuck you and momma cause you're both bout to die
So I look in eyes and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of moments see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down spine you can feel your stomach turning
Nausiated for the that it's murder I'm yearin
So burnin them Satan bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of 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 you're doing
I'm there to witness it 24/7 on the
Ha Ha and it stop