Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

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got the kids jumpin'

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

Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this
plenty guns', come from slums
Like, fuck how ruthless it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out
'Cause I'm shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got on it
Came from a society you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the been on it
copyright, change your persona
Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can up in it

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

my mind, you know
Show daddy how it go
Leave bitch bitches, hit the block
Spin again at the store
Try and run and sprint, at that ho
Demon baby, demon
Say they with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I it before
Real gang made through the snow
a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, it's killin'
a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

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

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

From the parkin' lot, hit that from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on
False claimin', we gon' murder to ya
Do the whole thing you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you might catch a
Pull up, that bitch up for no reason
that shit up, then we leavin'

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