Luyện nghe bài hát Illiodic Shines

Illiodic Shine, just a palace
Now, release the
lay 'em down, off of balance
Snitchin comes, when you deal wit the guns
a nigga to sons, extortin makin the funds

[Mic
Hold the diamondback, release the artist a quarterback
Or the mack, I caught a black and from the trouble at
I ones, shoot a legal 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 to the cypher

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

Geronimo]
Behold the automatic, hand on the steam
On who glass fiend, I'm straight from Queens
Organize on the fiends, up on you team
Bust an and fill you up inside wit eighteen

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

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

[Royal
Start the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, never
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 back

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

Flush]
It wasn't hard to 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
calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just take my and lay low
In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, I owe him dough
(Do you baby?) Take your and go

[Royal (Mic Geronimo)
He out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his heat out
(Callin my team out, I came to work the beef out)
Yo that God, where he live? (Not far)
Surveillance is car, stay parked by the bar
(Aiyo, Allah, I'mma work it out, everything
Like him right between the eyes, blaze it I'm 4 to 5
Slide back, push it to the 45
Stoppin at the weed spot, fuck the
Can't see us both gettin
Nonstop, prop)
He got shot, that bullshit had to stop
Plus the hots, lifted everything off his block
Clear picture, job well done, 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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