Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

It's ???
got the kids jumpin'

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

Two together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep plenty guns', come from
Like, fuck how 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 row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, right, the cops been on it
Can't copyright, change your
nigga be actin' 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, same kid from the pen'
Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the 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 shotta's
.357 with coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they'll never
He be maxed down with calico
On Street with that, know your dough
Hunnid grand, I connect the
'round with a spark, bitch
When a nigga me, so the line is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
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, demon
Say fuck with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I seen it
Real baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I in here
Come on Top, boy, it's season
a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

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

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

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

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