Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

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

[Mic
Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a
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, 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, over blocks wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass that call cops
Scared of static, my 44 bustin straight you cabbage
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 straight from
Organize on the fiends, double up on you
Bust an empty and fill you up wit eighteen

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

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

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

[Prince
Don't want no problem God, I know you livin
It was my man Todd, he me on the job

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

Flush] (Mic Geronimo)
He out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his heat out
(Callin my team out, I came to work the fuckin out)
Yo fuck that God, where he (Not far)
Surveillance is car, stay parked by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, work 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 spot, fuck the cops
Can't see us both locked
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, knew bullshit had to stop
Plus the spots hots, lifted everything off his
Clear picture, job well done, 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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