Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

[Mic
Hold the diamondback, release the artist a quarterback
Or the mack, I a black and blue from the trouble at
I stash ones, shoot a guns family
Who on the run, did the counts, and murder one
A hustle, niggas livin from to bundle
And jungle cats smuggle from the to the cypher

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

[Mic
Behold the automatic, mahogany on the steam
On who glass fiend, I'm comin from Queens
Organize on the fiends, up on you team
Bust an empty and fill you up inside wit

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

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

[Royal
Start the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, that
Keep the gat, facts, you get smacked
Verbally attack, yoke him from the back, where he at
He strapped, I'm strapped, bustin me, I'm bustin

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

Flush]
It wasn't to tell one of you niggas'll snitchin
Straight up and down, bitchin, real niggas in
Tie 'em and down 'em, shootin thirty in 'em
Kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdy
They and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just my seed and lay low
In the Pocono, this gotta, claim I owe him dough
(Do you baby?) Take your and go

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

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