Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

It's ???
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 plenty guns', come slums
Like, fuck how it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out
'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the been on it
Can't copyright, change 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, same kid from inside the
nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins
Get in your shit, then I again
that 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
of the industry, they say, Killer ghost
Never his thoughts, they'll never know
He be maxed down that calico
On Street with that, know your dough
grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark,
When a nigga me, so the line is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
that daddy how it go
Leave these bitch bitches, hit the
Spin when at the store
Try and run and sprint, at that ho
Demon baby, flow
Say they fuck with you but really
A-I gang 'cause I it before
Real gang made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in
Come on Top, boy, it's killin'
Catchin' a water for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop (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 them cold killers (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with them niggas
Ayy, stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

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

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