Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

Shoestring's on the comeback, you bitches up off my threads
Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that to bed
running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them perfin as I ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like and there's a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the niggas call me skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, up from the back bitch, the killer of
dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the
Murdered them on a
Scooped up the yea, the pay and back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand over the
My hat is white and the feds think it's blow
So pullin me over ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody to wet me up
The are tryin to set me up
Reachin for my grip, I'll pop it til I drop 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 was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies
So your cookie crew the avenue be rollin 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 than the motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin 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 bust your nose
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this with your

Closed.

Consolidated, assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually for salary it's no formality
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially the mission
Motive the means, bodies for
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi your posse for a hobby
bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran
In your head like excederin, better medicine
viruses hard as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like
Competition is missing, being stragled from
In position by magicians mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum
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
with your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's
Reefa me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?
But couldn't creep away from death
One of my niggas died, it was his murder 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 was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
I be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to it
So he's drinkin 40's ? ? ? ? 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 slugs they shoulders
Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that hold them
But they don't wanna 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 gone be hostile a bottle
Didn't have no role model, so I live fuck tomorrow
The path that I chose was to roll with my
Killers and creepers who sleep or dose
Fuck with us be leaving with your closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a
Straight up slippin his eyes closed
And in my ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you be in
Only police will be lookin the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes

Watch your back, I'm creepin from the side
Another nigga dead, another homicide
211 187 better call for
I'm a get to heads, once I load my mac up
Crackheads up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the side of flip town
Dayton avenue is I'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right
Before you a barrel to your dome g
If you with somebody else, than you and all 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, givin is what I do
you in plain view, makin sure your ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a nickle 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes