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letra de all i'm hearin' - z (of firing squad)

[intro: sabrie]
la da da da da da da
oh
la da da da da la la
oh

[verse 1: c dub]
all i’m hearin’ is
all i’m hearin’ is this and that
hands out your pocket what’s that?
have me distressed
that’s how i’mma start acting
you start acting emotional
just follow the protocol, know you what supposed to do
don’t do nothing sl!ck and don’t do nothing drastic
i’mma need them chips
tax that ass like plastic
pimp stick shift might move a lil bit faster
used to flip them bricks, but the re-up backwards
probably thinking like “there he go pimping on a broad”
b-tch i’ll down a n-gga if you trynna get off with the yard
i’mma hustle economics, no delays or stoppage
put her in the game, told her “play, no option”
where n-ggas like “yeah, somebody gon’ get ’em”
n-gga ain’t you been listening i’m the mu’f-cking villain
you can think about it later, gеt them hands up to the ceiling
suckеrs always get emotional when you ’bout to k!ll ’em
.357 put a hole in your feelings
so don’t roam in the kitchen, but i’m cold as a henchman
now i find myself playing zone with precision
in a prome of positions
sniping all competition
i get about percentages, you know it then you get it
i’m a motherf-cking menace cooking blow up with a chemist
tony montana sh-t is over when i finish
play three sports, touchdowns, all nine innings
and you, you should stay out the way
to to walk a quarter mile in my shoes, you’ll be lost for days
mind gone, eyes slightly glazed and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout blunts when i say i got dimes to blaze
pine trees they provide the shade
boy i’m chopping out this galaxy, you should just provide some day
so make sure that you give me my sp-ce
cause i’m allergic to that sucker sh-t if you ain’t got nothing to say
[chorus: sabrie]
if you ain’t getting money, then what did you come for?
and you’ve been looking at me funny, but i get mine and then some more
and all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now
all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now

[verse 2: lon gotti]
(yeah, aye)
i’m looking like a head-case on this bread-chase
going crazy
praying i don’t catch a fed case
f-ck a [jake?]
do what it takes to get my bread straight
f-ck a fake
cause in reality we can’t relate
we made men, we chase ms and carry ks
y’all ain’t g, y’all weak like seven days
true hustler, i get it 50-11 ways
trapping in the trenches, we k!llers and i ain’t ever fazed
cause i feel like i’m running off of adrenaline
out late, losing sleep, chasing the benjamin’s
in the wind cause i refuse to be indigent
i’m diligent
dedicated and disciplined
when i was on my mission, y’all n-ggas was somewhere missing
hating, sneak dissing, and b-tching ’bout my position
now i’m in the kitchen, whipping it with precision
millions i envision and consequences of prison, listen
so every mourn i be grateful for another day
thanking the lord much cause we ain’t see another raid
turn my phone back on and hit another fade
right back on the grizzle my nizzle cause ain’t nothing changed
they say you lose some you win some
well i’m getting mine and then some
focus on my income
using knowledge, understanding and wisdom
if you ain’t talking money n-gga get up out my eardrum
[chorus: sabrie]
if you ain’t getting money, then what did you come for?
and you’ve been looking at me funny, but i get mine and then some more
and all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now
all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now

[verse 3: z]
(that’s all i hear man, these mu’f-ckers is woofing)
purple sparked inside this cigar
gorilla ash, i’m with these headphones
beat the f-ck up out my eardrums till my head gone, i can’t hear nothing
they miming through my grinding but keep my timing with a speargun
but the more i keep on climbing then i’ll recline it but still fear none
snubby in my d-ckeys if i ain’t shiny, you gon’ hear one
null up and they gon’ get me
these demons signed me until my ears done
they be wolfing in the cushion, they’re pushing softer than some ear scum
while i’m crooked in the rook and a postal bell before the clear comes
stack ’em what they lacking and talking acid on these snare drums
wouldn’t have it, pushing packages through traffic stacking bread crumbs
spit into his dead lungs cause my head from times they bread sums
but the thought process of dead wrong if the money wasn’t off air worm
i breath quick chains, flip thangs and carry guns
the whip switched lanes stakes chains, just having fun
the stage exchanged jet flames, don’t drag it on
just f-ck dip, hit drinks, dank where money strong
i pick it apart, the stars and universe with a sharpie marker
donkey kong catching barrels
can’t you see this carcass, park it like filet mignon
my kick is strong, like it’s been left out n0body getting none
f-cking around to egg me on
i’m a avión what they sitting on
i base it on what they consider strong when the spitting come
cause ninety percent of everyone ain’t flipping none but they spitting some
i’m not endorsed, my pockets course but i’m big as pun
shopping bored
so what the f-ck you talking for if you ain’t getting none?
[chorus: sabrie]
if you ain’t getting money, then what did you come for?
and you’ve been looking at me funny, but i get mine and then some more
and all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now
all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now
if you ain’t getting money, then what did you come for?
and you’ve been looking at me funny, but i get mine and then some more
and all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now
all i’m hearin’ is
la da da da da da da da
don’t you now

- z of firing squad

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