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letra de talkin’ all crazy - spazz dot & killa dred

[spazz dot:]
n-ggas talk crazy like they want beef
’til we hop out masked with them ar t–th
i don’t do threats, i just creep with the heat
leave his ass twitchin’ and slumped on the seat
i been in them wars, i ain’t new to the action
these rappers just actors, they do it for captions
we catch ‘em in traffic, we split ’em in fractions
brains on the dash, now that’s satisfaction

[k!lla dred:]
talkin’ all crazy, but never outside
whole lotta bark but them boys never slide
caught one lackin’, he tried to hide
hit him through glass, now his soul on a ride
we ridin’ with glocks like seatbelts on
talk sl!ck? bеtter pray you strong
he was gigglin’ live, now thе laughter gone
put a hole in his head like a motherf-ckin’ bong

[yn skooma:]
skooma don’t talk, i just bang with the ruger
silencer on, sound soft like a tuba
caught that boy lackin’ while buyin’ a scooter
now he on a shirt and his momma like “who shot junior?”
i slide for real, no need for a script
that boy ain’t gang, he just runnin’ his lips
he ran from the beef, then tripped and got flipped
my shooters got aim like they playin’ for clips
[spazz dot:]
ayy, i spin in the morning, i slide at night
let off two shots just to check my sight
he froze up stiff like he seen the light
whole block shook when i let that pipe
talkin’ like he hard, but that boy ain’t bold
seen his ass shake when i upped that pole
internet thuggin’ gon’ get him cold
put tags on his toes, now the story told

[k!lla dred:]
he talkin’ all crazy, but ain’t got rank
we make him leak like a broke-ass tank
caught his ass flexin’ near that bank
left his brains painted on bricks like paint
he tryna diss, now his folks doin’ fundraisers
we hit hard, like opp-k!llers with lasers
i ain’t playin’ games, i ain’t droppin’ no teasers
i shoot in the open like i’m duckin’ no tasers

[yn skooma:]
b-tch, i’m the one who put names in blunts
i don’t do threats, i just load and hunt
he was throwin’ subs, now he missin’ for months
i don’t need no help, i get busy up front
my stick go bang, this sh-t ain’t rap
i’m from the block where the young go strapped
say the wrong word and your head get clapped
then we laugh ’bout the drill in a groupchat app

- spazz dot killa dred

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