Conejo

Conejo - Malas Noticias lyrics

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Ah labels just ah label is what you bring to the 
table
Rock so cold, he be spitting in fables
From the cradle, been ah baby gangsta
Let on moves on ah beat, and the boy you'll 
dismantle
Cus everything ah target when I get on that mic
If you ain't got bars you ain't doing it right
I snort white, till the sun come up
Then I'm looking through the blinds with the 4-5 
tuck
I give's ah fuck, that's why I move the chain
The yards that I run, is something insane
But this not madden this ah long nose canon
Death is approaching like ah fiery dragon
I grab your weed ese the shit on fire
Then brake out ah syringe and let the dope inspire
I'm Michael Myers, from Halloween
Bout to go up in the booth, and butcher the scene
Malas noticias, this muthufuckers are dead
If you look through the list you see the picture all 
red
De la sangre, from the multiple wounds
I sit back in the cut and send the rats some goons
Yeeaah, that's what I do
Bad news right here and he's strapped up too
We go to war, if you ever that wanted
Leave his ass stretched out, now they saying we 
wanted
Living grimy, but I make that toast
To the spirits that's around me, on my coast
We sipping cool, and we choking that rifa
Told the homie on the jack, we don't need no 
features
What the blood clot, they about to get ether
When they shot's go through 'em epileptic seizures
Got the felony raps, notorious raps
Got the game under siege I impose my tech's
Snuff you out, ah good day to die
You don't even get ah chance, to ask me why
Bullets chase you, when you run for cover
Ski mask boy spot the undercovers
I'm ah big dog, if you know what I mean
International flow, will turn you into ah fein
This is rehab, you withdraw severe
Just don't panic muthufucka cus the dope man here
Malas noticias, this muthufuckers are dead
If you look through the list you see the picture all 
red
De la sangre, from the multiple wounds
I sit back in the cut and send the rats some goons
Yeeaah, that's what I do
Bad news right here and he's strapped up too
We go to war, if you ever that wanted
Leave his ass stretched out, now they saying we 
wanted
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