Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

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

Flush]
And stack it never, these niggas run is thorough
And got it lock, takin blocks wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass that call cops
Scared of static, my 44 bustin through you cabbage
First is batting average, I'm civilizin, a savage
Street habits, ya niggas is feminine like

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

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

Geronimo]
Readily a double shots of Hennesey
Illegal mercenary, diversify,

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

[Prince
want no problem God, I know you livin large
It was my man Todd, he me on the job

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

[Royal (Mic Geronimo)
He pulled out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his out
(Callin my team out, I came to work the fuckin out)
Yo fuck God, where he live? (Not far)
Surveillance is car, stay parked by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, I'mma it out, everything stabilize
Like him right between the eyes, it till I'm 4 to 5
Slide back, it to the 45 Marriot
Stoppin at the weed spot, the cops
Can't see us gettin locked
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, knew bullshit had to stop
Plus the spots hots, everything off his block
Clear picture, job well done, 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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