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natas – last breath كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yo, i’ma just tell these fake_ass n_ggas
what?
ho_ass, fake_ass, rapping
let all them know what’s up
f_ck your whole crew, n_gga
f_ck that, you know what i’m saying?
n_gga, y’all ain’t sh_t n_gga
i’ma tell y’all just like this
this planet ain’t big enough for the both of us
and y’all gots to go
that’s right
we’re kicking all b_tches off
that’s right
no mercy, b_tch
what’s that to me, n_gga?
[verse 1]
well let me start this discussion with my skull bustin’
fire_breathing dragon smokin’ [?] sippin’ robitussin
cussin’ like a sailor
i got your holy blood on my chuck taylors
stressin’, one of life’s hard lessons
learn not to ask a lot of questions (shhh)
and if you guessin’, what if you guessin’ wrong
dead men don’t sing no songs engraved on your tombstone
my mind swells, and then my rhymes raise h_ll
felony lifestyle for n_ggas who post they own bail
[?] in your b_tch, sippin’ [?]
remember [?]
psychopath, schizophrenic, man, i’m paranoid
me and your clique, this collisions can’t avoid
[_s’eeb a kcuf gnits_?], n_gga, my whole crew beasting
coming to your town, look what the devil [?] (natas, uh)

[verse 2]
in the middle of the night, we fight, and i’ma spark this
n_ggas gettin’ shot on the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist (that’s right)
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic, n_gga, dyin’ a artist
don’t breathe your last from the mic
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[verse 3]
[?]
i kick conversation [?] mental vibrations
come at you with ill speak but never leak information
a nation of k!llers is born, beware
let the demons tell me natas to come, we there
to bust, the retaliation is too much
stay off your own d_ck, hang too low and lose your nuts
(get the f_ck back! get the f_ck back!)
who the f_ck? steppin’ too close, and yo (that’s right)
give me room to breathe from the mic so i can fix my [?]
move more units of dope than the law allows us
rapper man, you gotta have more than fans
you gotta have followers, do or die_ers
those that look at you like the messiah
i’m a sin, suicide bombers in to spark the fire
this demonstration is an ill_stration of my thoughts
watch the world panic, they can’t stand it when k!llers talk
you cause a riot giving assignments and contracts
suckers think they got the bomb raps need to calm that
i don’t believe the hype, you screaming [why, father?]
takin’ all, just going and we’re wasting company dollars
you got a lot of time on your hands, [?]
i got a lot of feelings and got them to represent me (b_tch)

[outro]
come on, n_ggas
let’s go
we’re going to they city, n_gga
across the world
war’s on, boy
i’m bringing the whole city with me
detroit

- natas

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