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MURDAMURDAMURDA
(专辑: GarbAge - 2020)
[Ward 21:] Problem Tell 'em Machete gang Ask no question Suicidal to the
death No fuck around with bombs of [?] We don't walk 'round with no vest No fuck around with bombs of [?] [Nitro:] Non frega un cazzo a
me se questa merda non va in radio Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i
ferri già puntati e
bang Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato" Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend Se ti beccano farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet Ok, wait, wait, brotha Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo JJ Abrams? Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala Se vuoi faccio il translate, fake, impara Più infami e
lolite che squali a
Recife Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche, fai il capo quando sei il vice Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime Da fasci contro compagni a
gattini contro sardine, eh-eh Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino Dove stai, fuori o
dentro? Sei peggio di un secondino [Ward 21:] Murda, murda, murda (Murda) Say we not afraid of people fuck what you heard of We bust open the
gates I
enter where we murda (Murda) So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah) [Ocean Wisdom:] Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic MAC one shot, might let it off Script this, all this scribble, they ain't never lost Ain't no games, my grind they never soft Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off Realest nigga that ever, ever was, ever, ever was Shut it, set it off, litty buzzing off cocaine And I
made the
record, the
brethren can never phantom of the
level that my brothers couldn't live it to ahead of us Eminem and any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but had to put an end of it I've never been a
brother they could sit on, and sitting was like a
sussing And I've been to the
point that they tapping on a
McGregor tee You know my style, and you gotta hold my style They ain't bled enough for it, anything Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up) I
just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha (Eight plates) You ain't lifting more than eighty off the
eight states cut-up (Remember that?) I
was ripping eighty ten times in the
eighth grade, wallah Played Beyblade, but You made no bad boy, really After this one drops, I'm confident whether Milan gon' feel me After this one drops, I'm giving you sutting a
tad more drilly After that one's dropped, I'm giving up, my dad gon' kill me Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly" Nah, Dad, I'ma bust quick, maybe in profit You finna lock in or lock off, amigo If I'm chilling with Bob in Milan with the
squad, and you really gon' bop to Nitro If you're chilling with her and he a
double agent, you think he's a
boss or a
pedo I
can't believe they're mad, got dem men all walking around with a
Robert De Niro Them man are weirdos, I
forget [Ward 21:] Murda, murda, murda (Murda) Seh we nuh afraid of people fuck what you heard of Me bust open the
gates I
enter where we murda (Murda) So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah, brah, brah) Murda, murda, murda (Eh) Seh we nuh afraid of people fuck what you heard of (Brah) Me bust open the
gates I
enter where we murda (Eh) Me buddie are the
ruffest that you ever heard of (Brah) [Victor Kwality:] E
se non so chi sei Bussi nella notte e
puoi E
quando ti incontro sai Cristo, vedo solo guai Ahi, ahi
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