Luyện nghe bài hát Closed Session

1 (Skandalous)

Motherfuckers wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck shit
I'm out that with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking
Who you stepping with, Skandalous dangerous
brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you to lose your face
I got the of a psycho ass ??
As I take another hit on this nigga you dead
Never ask told the Lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as you lost your face
Blood all over the place I'm the fucking bodies dropping
I know my cause I can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my game
I sold my at an early age
And now my hearts daemons in a rage
My eyes in a
I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming
Is juices running ya done in
Fear only make me curious, I'll never be
But if you slip you pay your life come the light now nigga they

Crack scarfs for my glory
Talking up in my territory
Another day another world's sad

2 (Steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock I bring more than Hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners
Its your call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches I'm you in them bodybags
toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out they scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze whole coalition
with ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken
This from head to toe
Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in Lexus door
But fuck it I'm with the fairytales
Cause some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when I on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be packers
Spit the I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes fucking with that
Or this, cause I piss on
And all you hoes in submission
Trying to your stilo
nino
I sling like kilos
>From here to Puerto
One other from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green bitches and niggas like nicotine

3 (Mia X)

Cause she up to
Tired of chasing pie dreams
greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April
Followe by second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing submissions
Cooks dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and
Boss you don't want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
Mia's and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, your grill out
That's what this here be
So you can what I'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole engulfed in gangsta shit
Too to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped of contrabands
My flow so grand it the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you holler
But I sees nothing but
power
My lyrics like a KL beat
It be that that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and be trying to figure at 5'4
How still need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, I be living for the drama
The biggest flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
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