Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my
Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that to bed
Been running from the law, been war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I away
Be for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the niggas call me skeletor
Walkin up to doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer of
Your dope
The killer left that package and that body in the driveway
them on a friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the feds it's blow
So they pullin me over ? ? ? honkies my suitcase
Somebody to wet me up
The are tryin to set me up
Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these
Try to stop the click, beat your shit and leave this bitch with your
closed
Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack your and riot pumps
This thumps, so none of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your crew the avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you do
Niggas wanna they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin walls
So the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really you claim to be
We can throw them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with

Closed.

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal
Actually rippin for it's no formality
To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy,
Financially money's the
Motive the means, bodies for
got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Dead in lobbies dealin with the veteran
In your like excederin, better than medicine
viruses hard as caluses
Head by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like dallas
Competition is missing, being stragled angles
In by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and on petty niggas
squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
I'm like storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into doners, fuck

Haven't you ever of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause with eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my keeper
makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?
But couldn't creep away it's death
One of my niggas died, it was his murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes him dead with his eyes open
Since we no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
I rather be guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ? ?
Open fire on snitches all the death wishes
Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was
Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets

Cash in ? ? ? /
Informer holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they
Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger mr. empty the clip
I flip on the like I'm apostle
But to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a
Didn't no role model, so I live like fuck tomorrow
The path I chose was to roll with my og's
Killers and creepers who never or dose
Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes
Its mandatory I'm to catch a nigga like a transmission
up slippin with his eyes closed
And in my ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you be in
Only police will be lookin after the roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes

Watch your back, I'm from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another homicide
211 187 better for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, once I my mac up
Crackheads crack up, niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north of flip town
Dayton avenue is I'm from to be exact
all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back
Before you a barrel to your dome g
If you with else, than you and all your homies
Come one all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no for lames and I'm a stay the same
I'm insane, givin pain is what I do
Catchin you in plain view, makin your ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your closed