Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

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Mook got the kids

Before the night, gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah)

Two clips together at your round, I let it in this bitch
Keep guns', come from slums
Like, fuck how ruthless it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
straight redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the cops on it
Can't copyright, your persona
Bitch nigga be stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it

Fuck nigga, work or do your job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, kid from inside the pen'
nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins
Get in shit, then I dive again
When bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I been a survivor,
Full of shooters, nigga, a shotta's pen'
.357 them coppers in it
of the industry, they say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they'll know
He be maxed with that calico
On Connect with that, know your dough
grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark,
When a tell me, so the line is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
that daddy how it go
Leave these bitches, hit the block
Spin when at the store
Try and run and sprint, shoot at ho
Demon baby, demon
Say they fuck you but really don't
A-I 'cause I seen it before
Real gang baby through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in
Come on Top, boy, it's season
Catchin' a water for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, steady from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)
Post up on the block, still, they made him show the

Nigga, do you the drift? (Bah, bah-bah)
Oh (Boom, bah, gang), (Lil' Top)
Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with same niggas
Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get

From the parkin' lot, hit that from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we on leeches
False claimin', we murder to teach ya
Do the thing when you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you might a seizure
up, blow that bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we

Fuck wrong with these niggas,
I want these niggas to understand, 'til I'm with these demons (Bah, bah)
I said,