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letra de murder talk - quando rondo

[intro: nh skilo & quando rondo]
neighborhood skilo, what the f-ck be rollin’?
two double cup, no cappucino, spin then split him open
who want some smoke, no al capone, hit they block in a stolen
go hard or home, my ratchet tucked, them sticks stay locked and loaded

[verse 1: nh skilo]
365, we slingin’ iron, sellin’ crack on the nine
i done been through everything in life, ain’t tryna press rewind
from pistol clappin’ and trappin’, tryin’ rappin’ this time
locked in the pen, ol’ mama died, i’m sleepin’ with my knife
big f&n, now up and blast, creepin’ through the night
my mama son hit me in my back, now i can’t trust n0body
why the f-ck you got tear drop tatted? you ain’t got no bodies
my sister dead, i’m far from heavеn, i want to crush somebody
presidential tint, ridin’ ’round in caddy likе i know joe biden
one in the head, ridin’ through cali’, with them blues behind me
stood on all ten, in the feds and i’m still promotin’ violence
stood on all ten, in the feds, i’m still promotin’ violence…

[hook: quando rondo]
tell me, have you ever f-cked with a thug n-gga?
forever ridin’ ’round with it tucked, it ain’t no love in him
shots fired off, he should’ve ducked, i left a slug in him
tire came off, hit up they truck, from out the mud, n-gga
63 shots like i know duck, i pass the pole to bro
everytime it’s up, no postin’ by that sto’
i catch a cut on 41 with my bro
you bite the dust and get filled up with holes
in block the i trust, not fallin’ for these hoes
it’s always us, can’t go against the rope
i run with real deal steppers, f-ck with us, then we gon’ slit your throat
[verse 2: quando rondo]
we steady servin’ outta kitchen cabinet
late night, it’s murder, run down automatic
clutchin’ my thrirty, walkin’ through the ally
i’m talkin’ first degree, we closin’ caskets
in people work, i really see my patty
put the paper first and put them b-tches second
walk in the church, to face him ‘fore the casket
4 bands a shirt, you know we really savage
i’m sippin’ syrup on a private to cali’
dig in the dirt, you want smoke? get active
he in the he-rs- from all that f-ckin’ cappin’
you see me first, you better up and blast it
in every verse, i’m livin’ what i’m rappin’
600 murder, who the f-ck had stamped ’em?
blue d-ckie fit, i’m quick to dress in camo
we on the third, pull up and catch the ammo

- quando rondo

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