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letra de chinese marines - raekwon

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[raekwon]
chinese marines
jet black beemers
that aston blue screen
i was part of the teamsters
money hungry, yo meet the blingers
avenue gun holders
blow a n-gga open, no demons
all my n-gga slinging
yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style
welcome to the cleaners
heavyweights, you gotta come see us
you right, one knee us
welcome to the forest of the leaders
all i do is take money, come beat us
invisible lead start flying
l!ck the head, drop the ninas
left feeling lucky like a g*nius
play both sides like serena
found dead in the steamers
real n-ggas won’t talk, real as a roach
when the lights out, k!lla be ghost
in the new sh-t, light blue pilwig
come through, you know we ain’t do it
rocket launcher out the window, you shoot

[havoc]
got k!llers in the benzes
canine senses
everything covered from the exit to the entrance
dedicated goons understand it’s high stakes
life out a n-gga ’til his eyes dilate
it’s a cold world
surely weather with the v bombs and leathers
with the fur on the collar
we ’bout major dollars
see the hoes, they holla
when they eat us and swallow
cause we them dime dadas
get them top shoppers
eyes on us, death to those that lied on us
and love for ever for all my soldiers that cried for us
i put my mind on it, relax, get high on it
y’all n-ggas ain’t built, i was designed for it
lame n-ggas fall back in our presence
bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean
i ain’t playing with you
yeah, you gonna take one for the team
f-cking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream

[prodigy]
you tacky like head rest tvs
your value drop, you not worth these
bacon strips we gets, you stay broke
we stay leaning in new red rolls
smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window
that’s us getting high, letting things go
we getting it, the money don’t stop
beef don’t cease, the drama gonna pop
soon as we step in the spot, shots on me
line ’em up, k!ll every single bottle they got
the drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb
hyper, the son don’t chill, allah
you get burned, try and dap me
these hands are made for clapping
a round of applause for that dumb -ss rap beat, that
f-ck that, take a bath
stay -ss damp
lift your head back up
and blow brains out

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