Malas Noticias

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Conejo - Rap

Malas Noticias

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[Verse 1] A labels just a label, it's what you bring to the table Rock so cold, he be spitting in fables from the cradle Been a baby gangsta, let on moves on a beat And the boy you'll dismantle 'cause everything a 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 four to five tuck, I give's a fuck, that's why I move the chain The yards that I run, is something insane But this not madden, this a long nose canon Death is approachin' like a fiery dragon I grab your weed, ese set the shit on fire Then brake out a syringe and let the dope inspire I'm Michael Myers from Halloween Bout to go up in the booth and butcher the scene [Hook] Mala noticias, these 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 Yeah, 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 [Verse 2] Living grimy, but I make that toast To the spirits that's around me on my coast We sipping brew and we tokin 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 seizure Got them felony raps, notorious raps Got the game under siege, I impose my tech's Snuff you out, a good day to die You don't even get a chance to ask me why Bullets chase you, when you run for cover Ski mask boys, spot the undercovers I'm a big dog, if you know what I mean International flow, will turn you into a fiend This is rehab, your withdraw severe Just don't panic muthafucker 'cause the dope man here [Hook] Mala noticias, these 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 Yeah, 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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