Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

It's ???
Mook got the kids

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, do you catch the (Bah, bah-bah)
Oh (Boom, bah, gang), (Lil' Top)
Walkin' straight up Hell with them cold 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 bitch the bleachers
Runnin' creatures, we steppin' on leeches
False claimin', we gon' murder to ya
Do the thing when you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you catch a seizure
up, blow that bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we

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