Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can hear them evil callin my name
My mental state is at peak
I'm you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep through the with daggers bow an arrows machetes
mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate
You're not even knowing when ever you're going to the places
At the wrong that I'm doing my krime
if you that line your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up from behind your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that cause
meth I got your sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin on your tongue
I hung around 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 beggin for
I told all you fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, and axes

[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 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 and turnin your soul is burning
At first you thought it was a dream but no longer
As you lie butt naked like a body inside of a
Got suspended animation as I slept in your
It's The One Man Battalion better 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 help these bastards stay away from the
And if you need a little help then give demon a whistle
The pistol is I'm trustin no one but myself
And you better be ready for wars ever you hear me up at your doors
No more suprises so close eyes and don't resist
In the gallery of evil all we do is 6 bitch

[Mr.
Canibusateva got me my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas covered up my shots
When the glock and the fool drops
I'm leavin no evidence for the
Fuck punk I'll buck them too and stash their limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical with this demon
I'm leavin you sons of bitches in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin mother cry and you're trying hard to survive
Mothafuck you and your cause you're both 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 spine you can feel stomach turning
for the fact that it's murder I'm yearin
So burnin crusifixes Satan bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of them noises mothauckas all in my
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so close

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