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letra de street opera - godfather of harlem & swizz beatz

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[intro: swizz beatz & fivio foreign]
woo
let the opera sing
she sing, yeah (ha, ha, ha)
god d-mn it
look, uh

[verse 1: fivio foreign]
i hop in the phantom of the opera (skrrt, woo, yeah)
huh, police keep on watchin’ us
huh, we too far, they can’t rock with us (nah)
so they gon’ need binoculars (yeah)
i gotta lay low, huh (i gotta lay low)
but that’s how my day go (that’s how my day go)
yeah, i got a spanish mami with some pesos
i got a haitian k!ller with a draco (grr-baow)
he catch a body on his down time (grrah)
a n-gga die, he come around mine (baow)
i dare a n-gga cross this brown line (baow)
spoke to the k!ller, boy, he sound fine (yeah)
you better be scared, we all goblins (ha)
n-gga, we shootin’ all our problems (baow)
n-gga, i learned from the godfather (i learned from him)
if the victim survive, then try harder (baow)
you ain’t wanna be dead, then why bother? (ha)
they put me in jail and i got smarter (yeah)
they gave me a chance and i went farther (yeah)
bullets aside, this is not zara (ha)
my life is a movie (my life is a movie), horror (horror)
yeah, i’m from brooklyn, huh (i’m from brooklyn, grr), but i keep a bad b-tch from harlem (huh)
new york shooter like he in the garden (baow)
he goin’ hard, he wanna be a starter
he did a drill in a car (skrrt), he caught a charge in a charger (baow)
you n-ggas is new jacks, huh (you n-ggas is new jacks), i’m nino in the carter (yeah)
i got a quarter million worth of jewelry, n-gga, and i’ll still rob you
[chorus: saint jhn, swizz beatz & bia]
when the phone goin’ up, trap’s goin’ up (let the opera sing)
this is just the normal life for the block (she sing, grah, like a lot of y’all sing)
rollin’ around, high to the low (we own them cards too though)
this is just the normal life for the block (uh, uh, uh), oh (god d-mn it)

[verse 2: bia]
way back when, when i used to hang with man, a real top shotter (shotter)
i like mine a real pistol popper (popper, grr-baow)
still, i’m driven on distilled vodka (vodka, woo)
it’s too risky, i’m really important
i call and it really get sorted
when it come down to it, don’t care if cctv had a recording
i hear them singin’ like they got a record deal
you got no homies, they left to squeal
i gave ’em drill with the s-x appeal
i’m a leo, do i got a hot spliff? i’m a hothead (mmm)
roof off the top ’cause i’m drop dead
gorgeous, haters be takin’ my portrait
i like my n-ggas on forbes list
p-ssy, you can’t afford it
i got a message from you and ignored it
hmm, who’s really up? if you keepin’ the score
then he hit me up when i told him, “it’s borin'”
passport lookin’ foreign
we just start spinnin’ the block out of boredom
they don’t got this sh-t i’m wearin’, afford it
might say it once so you know it’s a warning
[chorus: saint jhn, swizz beatz & bia]
when the phone goin’ up, trap’s goin’ up (let the opera sing)
this is just the normal life for the block (she sing, like a lot of y’all sing)
rollin’ around, high to the low (we own them cards too though)
this is just the normal life for the block (god d-mn it, ah) oh (uh)

[verse 3: saint jhn]
i’m from where the k!llers and goblins
n-ggas’ll do all the drillin’ and robbin’
with a percentage, these n-ggas ain’t visitin’ harvard, not at all, wait
i just be spinnin’ and mobbin’, why would i have any feminine problems?
i’m just enjoyin’ my r&r, i’m honestly noddin’ off
in the creek with the dawsons (huh?)
you can sleep with the dolphins (uh)
bullets flew, couldn’t dodge ’em
bein’ peaceful is optional (eee, yeah)
i’m an outlaw dog (ayy, ayy)
i’m an outside god (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i don’t count no loss (ayy, ayy)
how you know? how you know where you goin’ next, bae?
how’s it feel to have the margiela on, timbs on at the nets game?
how’s it feel to have a million dollar check, you ain’t even know the check late? (woah, what the f-ck?)
i ain’t even had a rest day (hey, jesus)
i don’t dance, but i spin (yeah)
i’m the kid, low life bands
real life peter pan (ayy)
i don’t talk too much these days, ig the new cnn
bl!ck all in my hand (woah)
s-x symbol with a tan
never see a bad guy like me again (woo)
[outro: swizz beatz]
oh, lord
let the opera sing
she sing
like a lot of y’all sing
we own them cards too though
god d-mn it, ah
right (ha, ha, ha)
woo