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 running from the law, been rocking war my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I away
Be quick for pulling your and slip like grease and there's a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the they call me skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the of
dope deal
The killer that that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered on a friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the feds think it's
So they pullin me ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody 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
closed
Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you do
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like jaws
You niggas have more periods than the pussy walls
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 throw them thangs, play the same and I'm bust your nose
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this with your

Closed.

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal
Actually rippin for salary no formality
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
money's the mission
Motive the means, for fishin
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies with the veteran
In your head like excederin, better than
Curing viruses as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, paralysis, track record like dallas
Competition is missing, being stragled angles
In position by magicians like
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 into organ doners, fuck

Haven't you ever 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
Reefa me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?
But couldn't away from it's death
One of my niggas died, it was his murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship rusted, but fuck it
I rather be behind than in front of bullets
all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's 40's 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 face so he see all the comin

Cash in ? ? ? /
Informer holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch between they shoulders
Green shit I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't jack trigger with 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 hostile with a
Didn't have no role model, so I live fuck tomorrow
The path that I chose was to with my og's
and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck us be leaving with your eyes closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a
up slippin with his eyes closed
And in my hood no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who where you might be in
Only police will be lookin after the hearse
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with eyes closed

Watch your back, I'm creepin from the side
Another dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, I load my mac up
Crackheads crack up, niggas back down
We ain't scared of on the north side of flip town
Dayton avenue is where I'm to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right
you catch a barrel to your dome g
If you with somebody else, than you and all homies
Come one come all ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for lames and I'm a the same
I'm insane, givin pain is what I do
Catchin you in plain view, sure your ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a nickle 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes