Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

[Mic
Hold the diamondback, release the artist a quarterback
Or the mack, I caught a black and blue 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 from the Virginia to the cypher

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

[Mic
the automatic, mahogany hand 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 wit eighteen

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

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

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

Kaysaan]
Don't no problem God, I know you livin large
It was my man Todd, he me on the job

Flush]
It hard to tell one of you niggas'll snitchin
Straight up and down, bitchin, niggas in position
Tie 'em and down miss 'em, thirty in 'em
Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, throw it the rowdy
They calico's and shotties, wifey ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just my seed and lay low
In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, claim I owe him
(Do you baby?) Take your and go

Flush] (Mic Geronimo)
He pulled out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his out
(Callin my out, I came to work the fuckin beef out)
Yo fuck that God, he live? (Not far)
Surveillance is car, 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, it to the 45 Marriot
Stoppin at the weed spot, the cops
Can't see us both gettin
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, knew that had to stop
Plus the hots, lifted everything off his block
Clear picture, job done, flip the scripture
(Mic the ripper, bringin highs when I hit ya
Nigga I'm wit ya, and any will split ya)

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