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conejo - cry for me كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: stomper]
i’m from the land of the shadows, city of the gods
i’m from the hard rock bottom, ese the land of the lost
they said we’re marked for death, america’s most wanted
my hood’s a ghost town, it’s like my neighborhood’s haunted
i put my soul on these beats, sold my soul to the beast
[?] with immortal techniques, i watch for death when it creep
gangster commander and chief, the words i speak are eternal
cast out of heaven in to h_ll walking through burning infernos
time travel with the stars, do my time behind bars
i’m thee unbreakable man with the invisible scar
you see the gun in my hand, that’s for the cops on the case
they wanna put me in cuffs, they trying to send me upstate
i drop bass, i shoot a coward right in his face
i bet he heard of how i murder m_th_f_ckas on tape
i’m down to blast, ese f_ck the federal task
and the punk district attorney, b_tch can kiss my ass
i’m the man in the mask, matter of fact i’m the one
they wanna send back to prison for the love of a gun
and at night, i pray to god please watch over my sons
i can feel it in the air, oh this time will come, i give a f_ck

[conejo]
they cry for me
it waits patiently
lloran por mí
me espera ahí
[verse 2: conejo]
mí influencia es hampleada
something like brujería cuando es enviada
g status, in this game
ain’t another motherf_cker that could do the same
esto es una nueva faseta
but i stay in the shadows
sociedad secreta, me respetan
cause with the enemy blood
i decorate the corner with a throwaway gun
that’s how it’s done
por eso quieren captura
cause i don’t f_ck around, at this altura
the caskets piled for several miles
homie top notch lyrics, architectural style
con mandados por el famoso conejo
situation get real, ahí les va el consejo
lights off jump out, catch ‘em slippin’
ese do it by your lonely, so there ain’t no snitchin’
it’s just you and the memory
now let’s skip to the jale that was sent for me
it touch down, the stash get open
every brick coming out is what i’m holding

[conejo]
they cry for me
it waits patiently
lloran por mí
me espera ahí
[verse 3: stomper]
at night i dance with the devil just to stack the dinero
i’m with the angel of death, music produced by the ghetto
we give a f_ck, we on the run with guns
push music and move drugs, ese pure and uncut
i got that g_funk that p_funk that gangsta sh_t
living that real street life, we represent for the cl!ck
cause life’s a b_tch homeboy, we talking money and murder
fully active southern gangsta still packin’ my burner
you know what’s up

[verse 4: conejo]
[?] de limpieza asesinatos
it’s what you gotta do, emediato
the package of coca, ese ain’t no joke
cause if you can’t rock it up, what the f_ck they gon’ smoke?
don’t provoke, the kamikaze
i been a ronin ese you can’t stop me
cause i’m lifted off the yesca
ese five for an ounce es lo qué cuesta
cobro plaza al lo raperos
let me tell you vato que mi barrio es primero
so i bust, on the rivals
i don’t know about you but that’s a form of survival

[conejo]
they cry for me
it waits patiently
lloran por mí
me espera ahí
[stomper]
d_mn, haha yeah
sh_t this one goes out to all the m_th_f_cken fans
all the m_th_f_cken haters
yeah everyone that thought this sh_t wouldn’t happen
haha i’m clownin’
hey what we doing homie?
lift the curse
s_k_m

[conejo]
sh_t, laughing at these m_th_f_ckas
the streets cried for us
it’s alright though
we still gon drop the album
urban kings _ old english brand
f_ck what you talkin about

- conejo

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