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 at your round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep guns', come from slums
Like, how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out
I'm gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, it got bodies on it
Came from a where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, right, the cops been on it
copyright, change your persona
Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can up in it

nigga, you'll work or do your job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch nigga who I am, same kid from inside the pen'
Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the with the twins
Get in your shit, then I dive
When bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I been a survivor,
of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen'
.357 with coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they'll never
He be maxed with that calico
On Connect Street that, know your dough
grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark,
When a nigga me, so the line is, No

Disrespect my mind, you
Show daddy how it go
these bitch bitches, hit the block
Spin again at the store
Try and run and sprint, shoot at ho
Demon baby, flow
Say they with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I it before
gang baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I in here
Come on Top, boy, it's season
Catchin' a water for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)
Post up on the block, still, made him show the Rasta'

Nigga, do you the drift? (Bah, bah-bah)
Oh (Boom, bah, gang), (Lil' Top)
Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them killers (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with them niggas
Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get

From the parkin' lot, hit that from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we on leeches
False claimin', we gon' to teach ya
Do the thing when you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you might catch a
up, blow that bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we

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