Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes Closed

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

Closed.

Consolidated, assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually rippin for it's no formality
To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically
money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a
Dead bodies in lobbies with the veteran
In your head excederin, better than medicine
Curing viruses as caluses
Head by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like dallas
Competition is missing, being from angles
In position by like mathematicians
I'm digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum
I'm like storms in arizona
I make my on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck

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

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

Watch your back, I'm creepin the blind side
Another dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 call for back-up
I'm a get to heads, once I load my mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas down
We ain't scared of shit on the side of flip town
Dayton avenue is where I'm to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, back
Before you catch a barrel to your g
If you with else, than you and all your homies
Come one come all ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for lames and I'm a the same
I'm criminally insane, pain is what I do
Catchin you in plain view, makin sure ass through
Money and the power, in the door
Grippin on a plated 44
And you'll be leaving with eyes closed