Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

Shoestring's on the comeback, you bitches up off my threads
Motherfucking feds my shit I put that head to bed
running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
Be quick for pulling piece and slip like grease and there's a deadly
War
The bitches call me shoestring, the niggas they call me skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the of
Your dope
The killer that left that package and that body in the
Murdered on a friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the
Put the coke on the floor, over the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the feds think blow
So they pullin me over ? ? ? checkin my suitcase
want to wet me up
The feds are to set me up
Reachin for my grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes
Try to stop the click, we'll your shit and leave this bitch with your
closed
Froze, I'm up on you with that fuckin missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin
up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the be rollin through
Its all about the bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they
You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy
So what the you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me
You ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
We can throw them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your
Try to stop the click, beat your shit and leave this bitch with your

Closed.

Consolidated, suckers subliminal criminology
Actually rippin for salary it's no
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially the mission
Motive the means, for fishin
got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in dealin with the veteran
In your head excederin, better than medicine
Curing viruses hard as
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track like dallas
Competition is missing, stragled from angles
In by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and figures on petty
Lemon squeezing mc's with triggers
I'm deadly storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas organ doners, fuck

Haven't you heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause with your closed is how you die
Say to the bad guy, am I my brother's keeper
makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?
But couldn't away from it's death
One of my died, it was his time murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him dead his eyes open
we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship rusted, but fuck it
I rather be behind than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to it
So he's drinkin pullin ? ? ? ? wishes
Open fire on snitches killin all the wishes
Get the picture, I never a man when he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets

in chronic ? ? ? /
Informer holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch between they shoulders
Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas that will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. the clip
I flip on the scripture I'm apostle
But stick to the script, cause is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be with a bottle
Didn't have no role model, so I live like fuck
The that I chose was to roll with my og's
and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck with us be with your eyes closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a
Straight up slippin with his closed
And in my ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows you might be in
Only police will be after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes

your back, I'm creepin from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another homicide
211 187 call for back-up
I'm a get to heads, once I load my mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip
avenue is where I'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, back
you catch a barrel to your dome g
If you with else, than you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my
Got no for lames and I'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane, pain is what I do
Catchin you in view, makin sure your ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a plated 44
And be leaving with your eyes closed