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Esham

El Diablo

 

El Diablo

(专辑: Dead Of Winter - 2018)


Every level, el Diablo, every level, Diablo
Every level, el Diablo, every level, Diablo

I'm so cold, damn, I'm froze
Got icicles hanging off my nose
I'm driving down that lonely road
Once again, yo, here I go
I'm all alone in the panic zone
Don't go nowhere without my chrome
And Detroit city, that is my home
Don't disrespect that, we'll blow your dome
Off with your head, nigga
That's what I said, nigga
I redrum-redrum-red niggas
Detroit ain't got no scared niggas
I raised 'em and fed niggas
Now all I do is dread niggas
Get my put bulls, tell 'em sic 'em
You will be another victim
Homicidal, suicidal
Unholy my title, die, ho
I don't give a fuck about you
Now your family wanna cry, though
"Fuck the world" is still my motto
Tip another liquor bottle
You know I will blast a phoney
Married to murder, unholy matrimony
I'm so cold, damn, I'm froze
Got icicles hanging off my nose
I'm driving down that lonely road
Critical mass until my cash explode
Fifty million in the bank
Blow up like a gas tank
You niggas doing what you can
I'm doing what you niggas can't
I'm
Never slipping on black ice, in control
Like [?], I'll snatch your soul
This wicket shit is ancient, not old
I spit this shit, I don't write
You heard it ain't got frostbite
No writer's block, you got lockjaw
What the fuck you think I got the Glock for
Come through with that hot sauce
Yeah I knock your top off
[?]
Still on that pick up drop off
Whew, can't be saying that
In the courtroom they'll be weighing that
Asking where I'm staying at
Still homie I ain't playing that
Driving down the street with my finger on the trigger
I got fo' fo' fo's, but my name ain't [?]
Living in America, chasing seven figures
And I spit the wicketshit to make my pockets get bigger
How you fucking figure you gon' run me out my residence
I been getting money on the double never hesitant
Booming words from Hell even though you know I'm Heavensent
And all that racist shit you talking still irrelevant
Where I come from, niggas kill you for the hell of it
We forgive you but don't forget ya like an elephant
Dipping and dapping, keep on inhaling it
Long as they loving it, I'ma keep selling it
Woo! Ric Flair in this bitch
Boy, I been had balls, you grow a pair in this bitch
Woo! The Nature Boy, that's why they hate ya boy
Only supermodels date ya boy, that's why they underrate ya boy

El Diablo
El Diablo
El Diablo
El Diablo
El Diablo
El Diablo
Ha ha ha, el Diablo, ha ha ha ha ha ha
El Diablo, Esham el magnifico, every level

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