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 loose in bitch
Keep plenty guns', come slums
Like, how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out
'Cause I'm gon' shoot you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you drawn for bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my 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, you'll work or do job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, kid from inside the pen'
Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the
Get in your shit, then I dive
When bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I a survivor, lyin'
of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen'
.357 them coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, they say, ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they'll know
He be maxed down with that
On Connect Street with that, your dough
Hunnid grand, I the four
'round with a spark, bitch
When a nigga tell me, so the 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, flow
Say they with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I it before
Real gang made through the snow
a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, killin' season
a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, (Tryna talk 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 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 them same niggas
Ayy, stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

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

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