Otro fan de Wu-Tang Clan y el Orange Chicken
Si me gusta vestir bien, a lot of [sneakers?
All I got is one love for my home city
My sh#t is about to kill tu rap de Hello Kitty
Soy más del Nasir Jones de It Was Written
Y no me alejo del boom bap ni del graffiti
Solo depende del ki, no de con quién compites
Si la vaina va pa’ ti, mijo, ni que te quites
Word
I got the wild style
Let me spill some ill
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Por eso lo de la bolsa de muеrtos
Oh, tenía el rostro ensangrеnta’o cuando lo encontraron [Shit
Lo quemaron y amordazaron, fue torturado
La cartera, el teléfono y el reloj le tumbaron
No van a identificarlo, hasta los dedos le cortaron
Al parecer nadie notó cuando lo secuestraron
No fue un enfrentamiento armado, no hubo disparos [Pa, pa, pa
Dentro del carro no vieron nada raro
Pero tienen la grabación de cuando amenazaron con matarlo
Aquella noche le prometieron acribillarlo
Le juraron asesinarlo [Word], descuartizarlo
Hasta con RCP intentaron salvarlo
Pero beat que rapea Marlon no podrán resucitarlo
Así es como conseguimos el respeto en el rap:
Masacrando en directo [Ye’], matando pistas en concierto [What
Eviten retar con ritmos al experto
Porque lo más seguro es que el instrumental termine muerto
Word
I got the wild style
Let me spill some ill
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Que a la que muerda lo mato
I got the wild style
All I need is one mic
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Por eso lo de la bolsa de muertos
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Lil Supa – CHARCO*
Lil Supa – CRISTAL
CADÁVER Lyrics English
Another fan of Wu-Tang Clan and the Orange Chicken
If I like to dress well, to Lot of [sneakers?
All I Got is One Love For My Home City
My sh#t Is About To Kill Your Rap De Hello Kitty
I am more of the Nasir Jones of It Was Written
And I do not walk away from the BOOM BAP NI OF THE GRAFFITI
It only depends on the Ki, not with whom you compete
If the pod is going to you, millet, nor that you take away
Word
I got the Wild Style
Let me Spill Some Iill
Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder
That’s why the bag of muеrtos
Oh, I had my face in tenderly when they found it [shit
They burned it and gagged, he was tortured
The wallet, the phone and the watch lay
They will not identify it, until the fingers of it cut
Apparently no one noticed when they kidnapped him
It was not an armed confrontation, there were no shooting [PA, PA, PA
Inside the car did not see anything weird
But they have the recording of when they threatened to kill him
That night they promised to rid him
They sweared to assassinate it [Word], dismember it
Even with RCP they tried to save it
But Beat that Rapea Marlon will not be able to resuscitate it
This is how we get respect in the rap:
Massacring live [Ye ‘], killing clues in concert [what
Avoid challenging the expert with rhythms
Because the safest thing is that the instrument ends dead
Word
I got the Wild Style
Let me Spill Some Iill
Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder
That I bite what I kill
I got the Wild Style
All i need is one mic
Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder
That’s why the bag of dead
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Lil Supa Lyrics – CADÁVER