Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

Illiodic Shine, just a palace
Now, the violence
lay 'em down, off of balance
Snitchin comes, when you deal wit the guns
Turn a nigga to sons, extortin makin the

Geronimo]
Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a
Or the mack, I caught a black and blue from the at
I ones, shoot a legal guns family
Who on the run, did the counts, and murder one
A hustle, livin from bundle to bundle
And jungle cats smuggle from the to the cypher

[Royal
And stack it never, these niggas run is thorough
And got it lock, takin over wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass that call cops
Scared of static, my 44 bustin straight through you
First is average, I'm civilizin, you'se a savage
Street habits, ya niggas is feminine faggots

Geronimo]
Behold the automatic, mahogany on the steam
On who glass fiend, I'm comin from Queens
Organize on the fiends, double up on you
an empty and fill you up inside wit eighteen

[Royal
Strictly for the cream, em wit the heat, watch them bleed
Who you tryin to see, Flush and Mic G., worst enemy

[Mic
Readily down a shots of Hennesey
Illegal mercenary, diversify,

[Royal
the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, never that
Keep the gat, actual facts, you get
Verbally attack, him from the back, where he comin at
He strapped, I'm strapped, me, I'm bustin back

[Prince
Don't want no problem God, I know you livin
It was my man Todd, he me on the job

[Royal
It wasn't hard to tell one of you snitchin
Straight up and down, bitchin, real niggas in
Tie 'em and miss 'em, shootin thirty in 'em
Kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdy
They calico's and shotties, wifey ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just take my and lay low
In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, claim I owe him
(Do you baby?) your shit and go

[Royal (Mic Geronimo)
He pulled out a Beemer, jumpin out wit his heat out
(Callin my team out, I to work the fuckin beef out)
Yo that God, where he live? (Not far)
is car, niggas stay parked by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, work it out, everything stabilize
Like him between the eyes, blaze it till I'm 4 to 5
back, push it to the 45 Marriot
Stoppin at the weed spot, fuck the
Can't see us both locked
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, knew that had to stop
Plus the spots hots, lifted everything off his
picture, job well done, flip the scripture
(Mic the night ripper, bringin highs I hit ya
Nigga I'm wit ya, and any beef split ya)

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