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 together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep guns', come from slums
Like, how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
straight redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got on it
Came a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the cops on it
Can't copyright, change persona
Bitch be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it

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

Disrespect my mind, you
that daddy how it go
Leave these bitches, hit the block
Spin again at the store
Try and run and sprint, at that ho
baby, demon flow
Say fuck with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I seen it
Real gang baby made through the
a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, it's killin'
Catchin' a shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I 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 cold (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with same niggas
Ayy, stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

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

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