Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

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

Closed.

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal
rippin for salary it's no formality
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your for a hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies dealin the veteran
In your head like excederin, better than
Curing viruses hard as
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track like dallas
Competition is missing, being from angles
In position by magicians like
I'm stackin and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like storms in
I make my on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck

Haven't you heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's
makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?
But couldn't creep from it's death
One of my niggas died, it was his murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes
we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the than rusted, but fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's ? ? ? ? wishes
Open on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture, I never a man when he was runnin
barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin

Cash in ? ? ? /
Informer drug
Bitches in love, niggas catch between they shoulders
shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the
I on the scripture like I'm apostle
But stick to the script, cause is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, I'm be hostile 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
Killers and creepers who never or dose
Fuck with us be leaving your eyes closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a
Straight up slippin with his eyes
And in my hood no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you be in
Only will be lookin after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your closed

your back, I'm creepin from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another fuckin
211 187 call for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, once I my mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north side of town
avenue is where I'm from to be exact
It's all survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back
Before you catch a barrel to your 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, givin is what I do
Catchin you in view, makin sure your ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a nickle 44
And you'll be with your eyes closed