Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

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

Flush]
And stack it never, Queens niggas run is thorough
And got it lock, over blocks wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass niggas that call
Scared of static, my 44 bustin through you cabbage
is batting 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 comin straight 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, them bleed
Who you tryin to see, and Mic G., your worst enemy

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

[Royal
Start the combat, 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, bustin me, I'm bustin

Kaysaan]
Don't want no problem God, I know you 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, niggas in position
Tie 'em and miss 'em, shootin thirty in 'em
Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, it near the rowdy
They calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just my seed and lay low
In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, I owe him dough
(Do you baby?) your shit and go

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

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