Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

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Mook got the jumpin'

the night, it's 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 from
Like, fuck how ruthless it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you drawn for catchin' on it
Bust as soon as I it, homie, face that 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, work 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, then I dive
When bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I been a survivor,
Full of shooters, nigga, this a pen'
.357 them coppers in it
of the industry, they say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they'll know
He be maxed down that calico
On Connect Street that, know your dough
Hunnid grand, I connect the
Ridin' 'round with a spark,
a nigga tell me, so the line is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
Show daddy how it go
Leave bitch bitches, hit the block
Spin when at the store
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
Come on Top, boy, killin' season
Catchin' a shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

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

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 with them niggas
Ayy, stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

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