Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

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Mook got the jumpin'

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

Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in bitch
plenty guns', come from slums
Like, how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
straight redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm shoot 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 as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it
bro, Move right, the cops been on it
Can't copyright, change your
Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can up in it

Fuck nigga, you'll work or do job, remember, we ain't 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 a survivor, lyin'
Full of shooters, nigga, this a pen'
.357 with them in it
Reaper of the industry, say, Killer ghost
tell his thoughts, they'll never know
He be maxed with that calico
On Connect Street with that, know dough
Hunnid grand, I the four
Ridin' 'round a spark, bitch
When a tell me, so the line is, No

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

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

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

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

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