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
Been running from the law, been war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like and there's a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the they call me skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up the back bitch, the killer 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 back for the highway
Put the on the floor, hand over the dough
My hat is white and the feds think it's blow
So they pullin me over ? ? ? 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 shit and leave this bitch with your
Eyes
Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin
Fuckin up your tissue, pack pistol and riot pumps
This thumps, so none of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin
Its all the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods the motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no to me
You buster ass 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, we'll beat your and leave this bitch with your

Closed.

Consolidated, suckers assassinated criminology
Actually rippin for it's no formality
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for
Intuition got me like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in dealin with the veteran
In your like excederin, better than medicine
Curing viruses as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record dallas
Competition is missing, being from angles
In by magicians like mathematicians
I'm digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with triggers
I'm like 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 goodbye to the bad guy, am I my keeper
Reefa me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, watch your step for these ? ? ? ?
But couldn't creep away it's death
One of my niggas died, it was his time ain't jokin
and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, 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 scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's ? ? ? ? wishes
fire on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture, I never shot a man he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the comin

Cash in ? ? ? /
Informer drug
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs they shoulders
Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will them
But they don't wanna jack trigger mr. empty the clip
I flip on the like I'm apostle
But stick to the script, cause this is real gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be with a bottle
Didn't have no role model, so I live fuck tomorrow
The path I chose was to roll with my og's
Killers and creepers who sleep or dose
Fuck us be leaving with your eyes closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga a transmission
Straight up with his eyes closed
And in my hood ain't no
with us, who knows where you might be in
Only will be lookin after the hearse roll
And no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes closed

Watch your back, I'm creepin the blind side
Another dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better call for
I'm a get to flyin heads, I load my mac up
crack up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north of flip town
Dayton 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 somebody else, you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for 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
and the power, bitches in the door
Grippin on a plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes