Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

[Mr.
Yeah, it's the shadow of death
One time at your ass
Money and Greed caused all evil deeds
So your ass mothafucka

I can hear them evil voices my name
My mental state is at it's
I'm you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep the night with daggers bow an arrows machetes
mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On bases I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate this
not even knowing when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time I'm doing my krime
if you cross that your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up behind slashin your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing that cause death
Like I got your sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin acid on your
I around with crazies way before I was teen
a glock not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures for torture
I all you petty fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled with picks, shovels and axes

[Mr. Lil
Fool you of been known
That I be the one holding the key to you go

[Mr.
So close your mothafucka

[Mr. Lil
you should of been known
That I be the one holding the key to you go

[Mr.
It's to die mothafucka
(Repeat 2x)

[Mr.
night I got you tossin and turnin your soul is burning
At first you thought it was a dream but no returnin
As you lie butt naked like a inside of a tomb
Got suspended animation as I slept in room
It's The One Man Battalion better not be on my horizon
Cause I'm dressin in disguises open up to see your eye
Suprisin the rival when you least it
Ain't no or wintness cause that just unexcepted
My finger is tempted to pull the trigger and a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating uncles from all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus these bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a help then give this demon a whistle
The is bustin I'm trustin no one but myself
And you better be ready for when ever you hear me up at your doors
No suprises so close your eyes and don't resist
In the gallery of evil all we do is 6 bitch

[Mr.
Canibusateva got me my plot
And how I want these covered up with my shots
When the glock pops and the fool
I'm leavin no evidence for the
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and their limbs in the slums
The gettin critical with this lyrical demon
I'm you weak sons of bitches in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're trying to survive
you and your momma cause you're both bout to die
So I look in your and ask you how does it feel
To know in a of moments you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can your stomach turning
Nausiated for the fact that murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes Satan bless me with 6's
rid of them noises mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so close

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and in mind
That what ever you do, ever time it is
And ever plot you're doing
I'm to witness it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it stop