Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you up off my threads
feds raid my shit I put that head to bed
Been running from the law, rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I away
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 doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer of
Your dope
The killer that left 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, over the dough
My hat is white and the feds think it's blow
So they pullin me ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody to wet me up
The feds are 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 up on you with that fuckin missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he was fuckin whistles
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 through
Its all about the money bitch, what the you wanna do
Niggas grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, ain't no thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really what you to be
We can throw them thangs, play the and I'm gone bust your nose
Try to stop the click, beat your shit and leave this bitch with your

Closed.

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

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 keeper
Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a
So watch yourself, watch your step for these ? ? ? ?
But couldn't creep away from it's
One of my niggas died, it was his time murder jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his open
we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but it
I rather be behind guns than in of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who scared to pull it
So he's drinkin pullin ? ? ? ? wishes
Open on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture, I never shot a man he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his so he see all the bullets comin

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

Watch back, I'm creepin from the blind side
Another dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better 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 flip
avenue is where I'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right
Before you catch a 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 time for and I'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane, pain is what I do
Catchin you in plain view, sure your ass through
Money and the power, bitches in the
Grippin on a nickle 44
And be leaving with your eyes closed