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Ese 40'Z
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Balas Rain
(Ese 40'z Chorus) Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
(Ese 40'z Verse One) Bucking em down with the quickness, sickness light cha up like a fucking match ready to ride for the shit I believe in I'm hitting that weed till my lungs collapse hitting that four oh, O-E, evil minded villain on the motherfucking trigger watching all the snakes in the grass go and slither freezing in the dark, make a dead body shiver 5-Oh-5 was the area code, in the T-Town spot where the clips unload chillin like a tiny psycho villain getting blowed living grimy, rifle drilling, known to make a barrel glow creep in the calles enemies lick a shot rolling through the Pecos Valle where we known to pick a block light it up with a Kay, light it up with a glock let the fucking barrel spark when we busting on a spot ducking from the cops when I mash on the gas got the cocktail bomb then the homie lit the rag and he threw it at the house, I'm enchanted by the flames cuete shots rang out steady dumping on these lames fuck a witness, gotta hit a spot feel the balas 'Shuma wada mus villish not' I got homies down to buck put the murder on the block twenty five kay pay pull the burner kill a cop
(Ese 40'z Chorus) Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
(Ese 40'z Verse Two) I got that light, that say goodnight it's flashing bright, gun powder spite, they taking flight my bullets write, so many tales, ballistic clues socks on my shoes, them latex gloves, I thought you knew no twenty twos, just kays and glocks, jump start the blocks rewinding clocks, shells out the box, so fuck the cops cuz this nonstop, it's in my chorus, them grimy slums, let balas rain so fuck these perras, who bump they gums, dem rot in pain we play for keeps, whenever it's bets always on the creep, put that ass to sleep on uhh, 'neveh heh dey wetz' you fucking with death, I'm on that hydro, mish for survival so fuck my rivals, with them rifles, we homicidal, don't need no idols call me 'Forties' reverse that 'Seedorf' no stem for me cough, hit a blunt, exhale and breath soft write verse to read off..
(Ese 40'z) No I do not mind, to make them balas fly No I do not mind, to make them balas fly No I do not mind, to make them balas fly No I do not mind, to make them balas fly
(Ese 40'z Chorus) Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain Grimy slums, balas rain, fuck these perras rot in pain
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