Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Stealer

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Mook got the kids

Before the night, it's 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 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
Came from a society where you drawn for bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the 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 your job, remember, we friends
Bitch nigga who I am, same kid from inside the pen'
Same throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins
Get in your shit, then I again
When bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I a survivor, lyin'
Full of shooters, nigga, this a pen'
.357 with them in it
of the industry, they say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, never know
He be maxed with that calico
On Connect Street with that, know dough
Hunnid grand, I the four
Ridin' with a spark, bitch
When a nigga tell me, so the is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
that daddy how it go
Leave these bitch bitches, hit the
Spin again at the store
Try and run and sprint, shoot at ho
baby, demon flow
Say they fuck with you but really
A-I gang 'cause I seen it
Real gang baby through the snow
a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, killin' season
Catchin' a shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, shit)
Chasin' money, steady thuggin' the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)
up on the block, still, they 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 back with them 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 whole thing when you play with that
Got a bad nose, then you catch a seizure
Pull up, blow bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we

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