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 round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep plenty guns', come from
Like, fuck how it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 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
from a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the cops on it
copyright, change your persona
Bitch nigga be stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it

Fuck nigga, you'll work or do your job, remember, we friends
Bitch nigga who I am, same kid from inside the pen'
Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, up and down the street with the twins
Get in your shit, I dive again
When that bag came, the rob was in
Bitch, I been a survivor,
of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen'
.357 with coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, they say, Killer
Never tell his thoughts, they'll know
He be maxed down with that
On Connect with that, know your dough
Hunnid grand, I connect the
Ridin' 'round with a spark,
When a nigga tell me, so the is, No

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

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

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

From the lot, hit that bitch from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we on leeches
claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya
Do the whole thing you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you catch a seizure
Pull up, blow that bitch up for no
Shoot shit up, then we leavin'

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