Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

Geronimo]
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 bundle to
And jungle cats smuggle from the Virginia to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flush] (Mic Geronimo)
He pulled out a black Beemer, out wit his heat out
(Callin my out, I came to work the fuckin beef out)
Yo that God, where he live? (Not far)
Surveillance is car, niggas stay by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, I'mma work it out, stabilize
Like him right between the eyes, it till I'm 4 to 5
back, push it to the 45 Marriot
Stoppin at the spot, fuck the cops
Can't see us gettin locked
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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