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letra de tsu surf & tay roc vs. k-shine & dna - urltv

[round 1: tsu surf & (tay roc)]
i called roc like, “yo, cuz,” (i was with a bad b-tch)
got some cash on some ho’s head
(you know i’m with a fast flip)
dead or alive, (b-ttoned shirt with the bag zipped)
boy, i have roc on your -ss like the fast 6
(aye, i tell my shooters “paul walker”)
but that just means crash whips
(everybody get an arm in their face), but i won’t dab sh-t
yo, we brought two twin ninas, (extendos), mad clips
(me and surf drivin’ through new york), on some fast sh-t
(he hopped out, ain’t let the whip stop), i’m tryna blast sh-t
(i jump with the ratchet sister like, “yas, b-tch!”)
we got a problem, houston; (whitney)
i bring a b-tch with bald heads; (britney)
could put it on the house, (this sh-t smokin’ like a chimney)
entry wound like a dime, (exit wound like a frisbee)
100-round drum makes the shootin’ sh-t easy
(big t fingers after lunch; do ‘em greasy)
before the shot, (hanes shirt), after the shot, (yeezy)
before the cut, (shumpert), after the cut, (beasley)
i’ll make a phone call, find out where they all be
(we let gloves cover the arm; that’s a long sleeve)
four four with the wood handle, i’ll pull a palm tree
(before the shot), big t, (after the shot), tall t
pistol whippin’, pull the pistol grippin’ from the light side
(he ain’t know how much the heat weighted)
it beat his meat to the white side
(that’s hospital beds, i’m insurin’ the tubes)
with mashed potatoes, applesauce, and ensure in the tubes
(i’m comin’ to get him myself, i ain’t payin’ k!llers)
it’s gon’ be nurses, st-tches, bandages, and paink!llers
(you, you, saga, big t, y’all gon’ need backup)
or it’s martin reruns, in the bed with the back up
(it’s gon’ be sh-lls on the ground
he’s faced down with his -ss out)
and wake up in the hospital bed in a gown with his -ss out
(one phone call, h-lla v’s, they’re surroundin’ y’all
bunch of goons, clappin’ at the n-ggas, they’re proud of y’all)
i’ll put a whole ki on his head; that’s a powder call
pause, (have a bunch of n-ggas)
try to hit him like the powerball
these hammers ain’t for construction
how i grip it and bang it (what else?)
whole whip gettin’ sprayed, it ain’t gettin’ repainted
(what else?) roll him over on his back
(f-ck, that n-gga done fainted?)
boy, you look like a cop, (i’ll put this pig in a blanket)
hang his daughter over the balcony, i’ll give her the blanket
(eight ounces of sizzy in the baby bottle
i’ll get her to drink it)
that lenscrafter sh-t was g*nius
(this new sh-t spit four blocks)
mk with the binoculars, i got michael kors watch
(that last sh-t was crazy, shine
i shouldn’t have disrespected your daughter)
i ain’t hear you, what you say to him? (that last sh-t was crazy, i shouldn’t have disrespected his daughter)
nah, f-ck that, roc, if i’m open, i’ma kyle korv her
two bodies, two choirs, they’re gon’ need more singers
if i miss with our 26, i’ll pull that long nick, the porzingis
(f-ck we got to put it in gun t-tles or somethin’?
that means get her outta here
if i got to hit her with the metal and lake her
they’re gon’ have to fish her outta there
f-ck battle rap, you know i really don’t like you, no fakin’)
we’re some bad boys too, we’ll do ‘em like the zoe haitians
(we put in work like we made reservations), no waitin’
(show up to your funeral)
to make sure you’re in/urine like probation
(somebody get the box out)
that’s how you get the board on him
(i’ll give him a sh-t bag, take it, shake it, then pour it on him)
that silver near like a souvenir, i bought it for him
(k was the intended receiver), but d back caught it for him
black wheelchair, black dress
we gon’ make sure his mama there
.24 wavin’ out, playin’ like the mamba there
(but roc ain’t gon’ miss sh-lls, you’ll need obamacare
coroners gon’ have to zip ‘em up
and get ‘em the f-ck outta here)

[round 1: k-shine & (dna)]
you got to watch what you say around surf (and roc)
you know them n-ggas like to tattle talk
(conversatin’ about their death
but the sh-t sound like battle talk
i was on the phone with shine, like)
“h-llo”, (“yo, make sure you bring that toranio for tay”)
“you need a lux and charron friend?”
(“yeah, make sure you bring that nigel for surf”)
“so if they darrel us, bring that jones in”
(“yeah, i got my akeem from philly
you know that murder rate is high”)
“cool, i got my mac event, it’s a perfect day to die”
(nah, i know, i know, it sound like silly sh-t
but that’s a code for gun t-tles)
let me tell you what that really meant
(that mean grab the ratchet, shine, toranio)
that’s a calico to push roc like summer madness 5
that lux and charron friend? (that means it’s loaded
with a hundred bullets when the heat clappin’
what’s nigel?) that’s a hollow, (so if they try to derail us)
he gettin’ that -rs-nal like they’re rematchin’
what’s that akeem ‘bout? (that’s a tec-9 from philly)
you know what that means, (that it means you ain’t never lie
that’s the main event from perfect day to die?)
that mean he turn his back on shotgun
and die from clips the second time
you not liable, today i got somethin’ swifter, the mop risin’
(man, lift the fifth up
you’re f-ckin’ your wrist up), it’s lopsided
(f-ck surf, you need to worry
about the n-gga that’s dot mobbin’
f-ck what the beef amountin’ to)
i’m shootin’ wherever roc climbin’
(jersey talk, say that, we’re lockin’ them down)
you know the homie don’t play that, (we’re sockin’ a clown)
let’s get it started, this department stores a lot in the cal
(you should’ve known he was a target
when he put this dot in his round)
but look, i ain’t got a round to lose
(well, i got a round to use; i’m feelin’ like gwitty)
get hype, man, (and get the loudest uz’
what else?) their death gon’ be on that counter too
(shine, what else?) if he swing, then i’ma counter too
what if surf jump in? (well, i’ma counter tsu
‘cause my death ain’t gonna be on the account of tsu
what if he peel off?) get drug over the counter, tsu
(the doctors will be tryna get money back
like they countersued)
aye, big t, i’m ‘bout to hurt tsu
(but it hurts to) know that we’re not the first to
(ever since joe buddens put you in the verse, tsu)
you think you’re universal
(but you ain’t signed to def jam), interscope, or (universal)
if i don’t get my pursuits, tsu, (then we pursue)
anybody i got to murk too, (let’s throw it in reversal)
i will verse tsu, (have his insides out), like universal [?]
i’ll give my little homie a capsule, he’ll lose his capsule
(then he’ll cap tsu), i’m just goin’ off the cap, tsu
(so it’s your own problem if you touch his cap, tsu
charron, problem, cap, tsu)
i got to ask you, how you attack move?
but you’re with roc today? (stop it, k
now, we all know that the dots will say)
“it’s not the same,” (he’ll get shot from a block away)
tell that west coast n-gga not to play
(this the b-tch who tay digs?)
you ain’t even the best, man, hol’ at day
(what we got, the gas all-stars?) let’s take a chance
(snitch n-gga, you’ll take the stand
the whole crowd screamin’ y’all should k!ll jersey)
and i’ma lake his fan
arms lock, (with a firm grim), i ain’t shakin’ hands
(let a shot loose), hit roc group, (i’m tryna make a band
this n-gga been bringin’ smack down), spray the can
(go against the pops)
you’re gettin’ the business next; shane mcmahon
(and i plan to) make it land, (the handle), beige his tan
(it’s brand new), and let it can tsu like a change of plans
(gun t-tles, y’all gon’ need three biscuits)
a llama, a .40, a tec, (machines lifted)
with heat vision, (heavy rounds, deep dishes
with a gun so big the n-gga hitman) can’t remix it
(i’m talkin’ that chilaka boom, boom, boom), that t spittin’
(i’m talkin’ about it’s in the car), like reed visit
(then revisit with a 9, a blicky, a 9, a desi)
have his team missin’, (the types of swammies we got
to make the n-gga surf) reach different
(it’s round one, it’s gettin’ hot in here
what’s your slogan?) zip ‘em up!
(what’s mine?) get ‘em the f-ck outta here!
(h-ll no, you reach, get urn and ash the f-ck outta here!
my tank is full, get that gas the f-ck outta here!
get anybody that’s been on their d-ck
from the jump the f-ck outta here!
and get any 2-on-2 that’s not us the f-ck outta here!)

[round 2: tsu surf & (tay roc)]
(everybody want to roll), but n-ggas be fearin’ the ride
(you’re gettin’ knocked out
then wake up, gettin’ buried alive)
i’m more official with the four, (but i carry the five
and i’ll put it on your kids like i’m swearin’ to god)
somebody gettin’ bent all out of shape
when i’m poppin’ mine
.40 cal ate his side; that’s an octagon
(surf, that was mean, let me try angles
circle his block, lookin’ for squares when i’m grippin’ mine
boy, when i bang sh-t
look like a plane hit; that’s the pentagon)
i let a few bang you, (dear god, i’ll send you a few angels)
just how i like ‘em, layin’ in an ugly box in a cute angle
i got the drop on a n-gga, heard the safe in a home
i pull up, i’ll bill cosby, then i’m takin’ him home
(hold up, surf, that’s a reach, how you gon’ bill on a n-gga?)
that ain’t no reach, roc, that mean i’ma peel on a n-gga
(aye, dna want to know how we got cool
surf, should we tell him?) of course
(i was f-ckin’ with your moms), and i was f-ckin’ with yours
dna couldn’t come outside ‘til he was done with his ch0r-s
(and shine put makeup around his mouth to cover the sores
my jacket, full of purple hearts, covered with wars)
your what? (my jacket
full of purple hearts, covered with wars)
i’ll andre drummond the house, nothin’ but boards
(they’ll find his mother in the woods), back trunk of a ford
i crept up behind her, the choice of weapon, a cord
(put the maximum on his head
the homies will do it for nothin’ probably)
sh-t, for that fee, i’ll do it, and pile her on the other bodies
(what you say?) impala on the other bodies
(son not a g, he a soft liar)
he said, son not a g, he a soft liar
dna better jet or get caught up in the crossfire
(aye, smack, give us one of them wild mid-tier n-ggas)
that would be more threats
(y’all more like mid-tier, top-tier n-ggas), y’all are cor vets
(nah, but scratch that, real sh-t
and for you new n-ggas playin’ games)
i ain’t with the f-ckin’ jokes (what?)
nitty’ll get buried with the work
that’s how you mix rum and c0ke
(son wait, that was dumb straight
but back shots, bullets steam out his chest
the block’s smellin’ like rum cake)
no joke when i’m raisin’ the chrome
i’ll let two pick in his mouth, *tch, tch* – razor ramon
(breakin’ your bones, you don’t want to see this heater bang
boy, this british bulldog got me walkin’ like i need a cane)
sound like austin walkin’ when i blam mine
no gloves, f-ck it, i’ll use a sock for this man kind
(sting mask, i can go hannibal and stalk him
or legion of doom, i can be animal and hawk him)
dna, i don’t respect you, you be b-tchin’ with these ladders
matt and jeff hardy; we be flippin’ with these ladders
(i never missed a perfect shot, i get it done
i brought my undertaker
and my road dog brought his bad-ss billy gun)
say swear to god you ain’t a f-ggot
(well, that’s that they told us)
if we cremated this b-tch, his ashes’d be gold dust
hey roc? (uh-huh?) hey roc? (what?)
hey roc? (yeah?) hey roc? (what?)
hey roc, let these n-ggas know, (we can do a pick and roll)
bam, bam, (give and go), don’t matter if it’s big or low
(f-ck, we got to put it in gun t-tles or somethin’?)
i hate that i got to explain a lot (why?)
‘cause that big bald head will flame his top
(these n-ggas is hard of hearin’
d, you and k) shouldn’t be thinkin’ y’all can dunk
(this sk for you and k), they’ll be stinkin’ like a skunk
(thinkin’ that y’all can f-ck with us), d, are you and k drunk?
(two caskets stacked on top of each other)
will be you and k, bunk?
(y’all seen them livin’ through this? i had another vision)
news report of dead on the television
(i hit him with the back of the shotty
he seein’ double vision)
free el chapo, i’ll get that scope, i get tunnel vision
(nah, f-ck that, surf, i ain’t done yet
i’m sp-ceman with the shot, they’ll gon’ park in the sunset
jersey)

[round 2: k-shine & (dna)]
yo, i was on the […] train
her little cousin, nah, dna asked me a question
but i was lookin’ a different direction
(ayo, k-shine, yo, i need you to pay attention)
déjà vu, wait, wait, give me a second
‘cause it’s a different post above the window
(but i vividly read it)
and it said that, (anybody with a criminal record)
that get charged with possession
(in new jersey state law), gets a five-year minimum
(in bold letters), no exceptions
(message), you got away with the first gun charge
how you pull off the second?
yo, you really think this n-gga tellin’?
(i mean, honestly, he got to be: they don’t got that many get out of jail free cards in monopoly)
aye, roc, wasn’t you on this property?
(he d-mn sure was, wasn’t he zip ‘em up first?)
yeah, then he went to the dots?
(then he went to the dots, homie
d-mn, before that, wasn’t he cave gang?)
i guess now he got to be gun t-tles ‘cause he got to be
(so you’re a zip, a cave, gun t-tle dot…)

- urltv

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