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 nigga to sons, makin the funds

[Mic
Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a
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 from bundle to bundle
And jungle cats smuggle from the Virginia to the

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

[Mic
the automatic, mahogany hand 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, smack em wit the heat, watch them
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
Keep the gat, actual facts, you get
Verbally attack, yoke him the back, where he comin at
He strapped, I'm strapped, me, I'm bustin back

[Prince
Don't want no problem God, I know you 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 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?) 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)
Surveillance is car, niggas stay 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, it to the 45 Marriot
Stoppin at the spot, fuck the cops
see us both gettin locked
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, that bullshit had to stop
Plus the spots hots, everything off his block
Clear picture, job done, flip the scripture
(Mic the night ripper, highs when I hit ya
Nigga I'm wit ya, and any will split ya)

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