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  • Letra Shaman's Harvest Broken Dreams (en español)

    Vistos 2 Musica Shaman's Harvest ¿Qué es ese metrónomo que escucho?Quizás el final se acerca.Nunca escuchas el disparo que te derriba.Ahora tus sueños son un recuerdo, y pareceMás cierto desde lejosAl igual que el humo que se desvanece y no hace ruido.Fuera de tiempo,Entonces decir adiosLo que es tuyo ahora es mioY sueño sueños rotos, los hago realidad.Los hago realidadLos hago para tiLos malos sueños se hacen realidad, los hago para ti.Los malos sueños se hacen realidad, los hago para ti.Los malos sueños se hacen realidad, los hago para ti.Los malos sueños se hacen realidad, los hago para ti. ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Shinedown Curd The Cord (en español)

    Vistos 2 Musica Shinedown (Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad, sígueme)(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad) Córtalo(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad, sígueme)(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad)Déjame decirte que soy viciosoNo pasa agresivoMe puse el dedo en el pulso, mirando directamente a un agujero y lo conseguiréY soy un salvajeEs automaticoTengo una forma de hacer ruido, el poder de destruir sin estática.Ahora la victoria es todo lo que necesitasAsí cultivar y plantar la semilla.Aguante la respiración y cuente hasta diez, solo cuente hasta diezVoy a hacer que llueva, así que toca el timbreLo se muy bienSwitchblade en el borde de tu muñeca¿Puedo conseguir un testigo? (Testigo)Porque la agonía no trae recompensa.Por un golpe más y una última puntuación.No seas casual, corta el cordón. (Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad, sígueme) Corta el cordón.(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad)Tienes que sentir corajePosesión del abrazoSi fuera más fácil destruir todo lo que alguna vez importóPero no lo es, porque es tu obsesión.Se un luchador, columna vertebral, deseo.Complicado y pica, pero ambos sabemos lo que significa.Y es hora de ser real e inspirado.Ahora la victoria es todo lo que necesitasAsí cultivar y plantar la semilla.Aguante la respiración y cuente hasta diez, solo cuente hasta diez, cuente hasta diezVoy a hacer que llueva, así que toca el timbreLo se muy bienSwitchblade en el borde de tu muñeca¿Puedo conseguir un testigo? (Testigo)Porque la agonía no trae recompensa.Por un golpe más y una última puntuación.No seas casual, corta el cordón. CórtaloCórtaloAhora la victoria es todo lo que necesitasAsí cultivar y plantar la semilla.Aguante la respiración y cuente hasta diez, solo cuente hasta diezVoy a hacer que llueva, así que toca el timbreLo se muy bienSwitchblade en el borde de tu muñeca¿Puedo conseguir un testigo? (Testigo)Porque la agonía no trae recompensa.Por un golpe más y una última puntuación.No seas casual, corta el cordón.No seas casual, corta el cordón.(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad, sígueme) Corta el cordón.(Libertad, la la la la)(Libertad, sígueme, yo, yo) ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Love Me Like That (Champion Love)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Verse 1]Love me like your life depends upon itLet me know how bad, how bad you want itTell me, you can’t stay awayLove me with the love that’s got no limitsTake it just as good as you can give itThen give me more than I can take[Pre-Chorus]Don’t want just your bodyI wanna be the only thing on your mindWhen you’re not around me, want thoughts about me taking up all your timeI want you in so deep, that you can’t keep, can’t keep your hands off of me[Chorus]When I’m gone, say you’re back just a little (A little)Love me in extremes, not the middle‘Till you’re so damn gone, you can’t go backLove me, love me, love me, love me like thatLove me like that[Verse 2]Say you’d hate your life without me in itSay you’d hate it more with every minuteSay you can’t live without meLet me know how much you love to hold meThen find a million different ways to show meShow me, that I’m all that you need[Pre-Chorus]Don’t want just your bodyI wanna be the only thing on your mindWhen you’re not around me, want thoughts about me taking up all your timeI want you in so deep, that you can’t keep, can’t keep your hands off of me[Chorus]When I’m gone, say you’re back just a little (A little)Love me in extremes, not the middle‘Till you’re so damn gone, you can’t go backLove me, love me, love me, love me like thatLove me like[Post-Chorus]You’ve never loved nothing beforeThen love me even moreWake up with my name on your lips‘Cause you’ve never had nothing like this (Hey)[Chorus]When I’m gone, say you’re back just a little (A little)Love me in extremes, not the middle‘Till you’re so damn gone, you can’t go backLove me, love me, love me, love me like thatLove me like thatLove me like thatLove me like that ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Midnight (Ft. Tessa Thompson, Gunna)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Verse 1: Tessa Thompson]Closer and closer until we fall (We fall)The space that we keep is just default (Default)But I know it won’t be long‘Til we touch the sun, it’s goneBonded, I need a feelingBonded, I need it[Chorus: Tessa Thompson]Closer and closer until we fall backI want it, I need it, you see it, you know that (Keepin’ me calm now)I just lost all control (Keepin’ me calm now)I just lost all control (Keepin’ me calm now)I just lost all control (Keepin’ me calm now)I just lost all control[Verse 2: Gunna]Midnight, met her at her room at midnightMidnight, met her at her room at midnightComin’ from the inside, I really wanna spend timeI put her on the next flight, I let her live her best life (Best life)You can do what you want toDo whatever you want toI know the choices you gon’ chooseOnce we join forces, we won’t loseRoll like a coaster, don’t stop, oohShe walked out your life with some nice shoesPaid off Rolls Royce and some iced jewelsI might talk, but I know you are goin’ on your ownNo mysteries on my own, you deserve you a homeAnd I earned me a crown, from the curb we done grown[Chorus: Tessa Thompson]I want it, I need it, you see it, you knowThat’s when I start to lose controlTakin’ off my clothes, don’t you let me goDon’t you let me-That’s when I start to lose control(I just lost all control)Takin’ off my clothesDon’t you let me goDon’t you let me(I just lost all control)Closer and closer until we fall backI want it, I need itYou see it, you know that ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Runnin (Ft. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, Nicki Minaj)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Hook: A$AP Rocky]Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of meGoing hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softlyBone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke lessHopelessness but I’m in this shit for fleshTalk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throatRunnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs brokeRunnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head thoughFunny thing about it they don’t always see my head thoughSchizo, maniac I’m fiendin’ to go kleptoSo hands-on kinda hard for me to let goLet go, stacking presidents like a LEGOWould introduce you to my friends but they dead though(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me)[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]AyoRunnin’, runnin’, runnin’, I’ma take it like a kleptoAnybody want it, they can get it, come correct thoughTalk behind my back but when they see me it’s respect thoughStill got the crown, so I never give a F thoughEverything is wavy, I’ma hit ‘em with the breast strokeThen I’ma get high, I’ma get the best dopeYeah, I make the rules, I ain’t following the dress codeI-I ain’t do the mess though, I’ma put a hex thoughI-I ain’t with the hugs and kisses, don’t do the XOSoon as the bell go ding, doeI’ll be in the ring though, we can shoot cincoLook at all these clowns, how they studying my lingoPeeking out the window, but they’ll never win though[Hook: A$AP Rocky]Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of meGoing hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softlyBone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke lessHopelessness but I’m in this shit for fleshTalk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throatRunnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs brokeRunnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head thoughFunny thing about it they don’t always see my head though[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]I’mma flex, yes, I’m the best, I’m the veteran (Yeah)In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace (Woo)In his head, neck, in his chest he gon’ catch a fist (Right)I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (Yeah)In the ring, ain’t no fucking game, ain’t no TetrisHit him, bang, I’mma shake his brain, I’m gon’ never rest (Durrrr)Man, I’m air, I’m the fucking champ, I can’t fail at this (Woo-woo)Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (Durrrr)Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the cliqueMo’ sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (Yeah)Mo’ grip when the dough flip, gimme mo’ lickWhole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil’ bitchGetting fit, I’mma win the chipWatch them catch a fit ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It F.I.G.H.T. (Ft. Eearz, Gucci Mane, YG, Trouble, Quavo, Juicy J)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Skit: Rocky Balboa & Adonis Creed]Why do you wanna fight?What you talking about, I just told you whyNo you didn’t DonnieWhy do you wanna fight?I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they’re fighting for, what about you?Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he’s got nothing to loseWhen a fighter ain’t got nothing to lose, he’s dangerous![Chorus: Eearz]Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fightGive a fuck what my nigga didRun ‘em down, work ‘em, that rumbleGive a fuck what my nigga didRun ‘em down, work ‘em, that rumbleAll of you stuck in the projects, nigga I’m goin’ off siteAll of you stuck in the projects, nigga I’m goin’ off site(Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight)[Verse 1: Eearz & Juicy J]Who got my back? Ain’t nobody holdin’ me backI’m out here fighting for my life, no tellin’ what come with it right?My momma needed bills and lightsI’m prayin’ for some better daysI can’t go havin’ sleepless nights (Shit)But nigga that’s life, when you tryna do right like SpikeBut the licks be lookin’ enticingThis shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rightsI got no time to relax, when the wall up against my backMy vice reach on a ten, nigga I’ll knock out your lightsMike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, TysonWe steady then go on strike (Boom)F*** these niggas mean? Nigga I grew up meanNigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seenEveryday I got to-[Chorus: Eearz & Gucci Mane]Fight, fight, (Ayy), fight (Yeah), fight (Mike Will)Fight (Bitch), fight, fight, fightFight (Evil Genius), fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleepWoke up startin’ a fight, ‘bout a quarter passed three“Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique”I said “I’m the dope man, everybody know me” (It’s Gucci)Chillin’ in the club, in the V.I.PNigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig itThere’s always one young nigga, wanna be braveLike we gon’ put his ass on the fuckin’ front pagePut your hands on your knees, that’s a R.I.PWell it’s hum like a hummingbird, sting like a beePut the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kickShe so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch[Chorus: Eearz]Fight, fight, fight (Huh), fightFight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight[Interlude: Project Pat]We gon’ rumble in this hoAll you weak ass niggas get yo’ ass off the floorWe gon’ rumble in this hoWe gon’ rumble in this hoAll you weak ass niggas get yo’ ass off the floorWe gon’-[Verse 3: YG]Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottomsYour homies is dying, I don’t give no fuck, that’s your problemTryna catch yo’ ass when your homies around yaI ain’t tryna talk, I’m gon’ beat the ho up out yaHit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest rightKnock his as out out, hope he lived his best lifeI be in his ear sayin’ gang like, gang likeI be on a jet niggas still better think twiceI be on with the homies on the block, they ain’t livin’ rightI be on with the homies on the block, that’re killer typeI be with the homies, with the homies, with the homiesWith the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla typeYG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party, spark me up, throw thatNiggas know the program, the program, the programSpit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho downTake a nigga chain, take a nigga chainTake a nigga chain then sell it back to himNow everybody knew, everybody knew you a hoAnd so YG do em’[Chorus: Eearz]Fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight (And so YG do em’)Fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight[Verse 4: Trouble]Fighting like all of my life, know I’m real right and the streets call me “Zilla”Leanin’ up there, that what you like, heard you been talkin’ up under your pillowsI get it poppin’ on sight, not just with Mike, get you beat like I’m Mike WillThat drum hangin’ under the TEC, kill, the drummer like Eearz and DipsetGive a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil’ babies on iceYou can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding likePump it up for a nigga then, tell ‘em come let the gorillas inThey don’t wanna let the gorillas inIt’s okay I been knockin’ doors off the hingeGet the gloves if you ‘bout itIn your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you wateredYou can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it, your trick got reroutedNow tell me what the fuck is your problem?You gotta be ready fool, don’t tell me you ain’t hear the announcement[Chorus: Eearz & Trouble]Fight, fight, fight, fightFight, fight, fight, fight (Don’t tell me you ain’t hear the announcement)Fight, fight, fight (Hey), fight (Hey)Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey)[Verse 5: Quavo]Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle upNigga got hit with the upper cutHe got a cut on his eye, damn now he can’t see it done closed up (Damn)F*** it (Fuck it), fight (Fight)Get your stripes (Stripes, bow! Bow! Bow!)Hit him knockin’ out your lights (Hit him)Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle, now he lay down in front of me (Hold me up)My momma would told pipe ‘em up, pipe ‘em up, while she was sittin’ in the front seat (Momma)It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (Combos)It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me (One up)It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (Oh)You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (Woo)I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (Damn)Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like-[Chorus: Eearz & Juicy J]Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hit ‘em)Fight (Hit ‘em), fight (Hit ‘em), fight (Hit ‘em), fight (Hit ‘em)Fight (Left), fight (Right), fight (Left), fight (Right)Fight (Hit ‘em), fight (Hit ‘em), fight, fight(Shut da fuc up)[Verse 6: Juicy J]Mama didn’t have it (Yeah hoe), so they cut off the lights (Yeah hoe)Now I’m drippin’ in ice (Yeah hoe), and we don’t need no lights (Yeah hoe)You want that check first you gotta earn stripesI’ve been through hell, feel like i did it twiceI got it bussin’ like I got the pipeCame up from nothin’, I’m uppin’ the priceI’m from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (Yeah hoe)You don’t wanna rumble (Yeah hoe), these niggas can’t take me (Yeah hoe)Niggas said that they love me (Yeah hoe), but they show me they hate me (Yeah hoe)It’s a cold, cold world, no need for AC (Yeah hoe)Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own thatNigga I’m from the projects, got a house where the Combs atI ain’t tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flatI cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it’s no matchTried to take it and you gotta-[Outro]Fight, fight, fight ... 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  • Letra Mike Will Made It Watching Me (Ft. Rae Sremmurd, Kodak Black)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Chorus: Swae Lee]You can look me in my eyes and tell I’m tired of tryingLook me in the eyes and tell that I’ve criedPlenty rockstar scars, I’m not tryna hide themRemember those who win, not the ones tiredLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meLately, watching you, watching meLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meAngry, watching you, watching me[Verse 1: Kodak Black]I’ve been thuggin’ for so long tryna bypassI be doin’ so much wrong, I see my life flashThrough the pain, I persevered and I ain’t even shed a tearOvercomin’ every obstacle like I ain’t got no fearAnd don’t you know it wasn’t easy, ayyWhat you thinking when you see me? YoEven when the sun goes down, I’m up tryna keep my family straightI just be holdin’ it down and every real nigga gonna gravitateEvery day ten toes down, I swear I ain’t never goin’ down this wayMy nigga, I’m not your man, you don’t know me, I ain’t from ‘round this wayGo hard, I’ma die when I sleepGo hard, I can sleep when I dieTryna find a piece of my mind[Chorus: Swae Lee]You can look me in my eyes and tell I’m tired of tryingLook me in the eyes and tell that I’ve criedPlenty rockstar scars, I’m not tryna hide themRemember those who win, not the ones tiredLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meLately, watching you, watching meLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meAngry, watching you, watching me[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]Eh, ever since I came up, yeah, I’ve beenLiving like tomorrow ain’t gon’ comeSwitching girls like my heart can’t go numbPedal to the floor like I’m on the runAll this shine, all the rain gotta glumGotta get mine or it’s back to the slumsBack to the crumbsI don’t feel the pain, I need a little luckAnd I puff my herb and I sip my drink‘Til my words get slurredI work that bitch ‘til she work my nervesAnd then move on to the next city like “word”What I do is none of your concernI take my shot, you can wait your turnEvery single thing I got I earned‘Cause every single loss is lesson learned, yeah (Jxm!)[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]You’re the reason why my back is turned (You’re the reason)Only took one time for me to learnI won’t say a thing you don’t deserveI won’t do a thing you don’t deserve (Yeah)I x you out, what for?Because survival’s my only choiceI’m living life like I know it’s shortOh, it’s a miracle to find remorse[Chorus: Swae Lee]You can look me in my eyes and tell I’m tired of tryingLook me in the eyes and tell that I’ve criedPlenty rockstar scars, I’m not tryna hide themRemember those who win, not the ones tiredLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meLately, watching you, watching meLook into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?Lately, watching you, watching meAngry, watching you, watching me ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Fate (Ft. Young Thug, Swae Lee)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Chorus: Swae Lee]Pretty baby, I won’t lieI can get it right, one tryRoll this up and let’s skydiveI hope you not afraid of heights(Mike Will Made-It)‘Cause I’m just the truthRolling like a foolWhat have I gotten myself into?Hurry up and choose[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]I’m in sky and I chillWith this ice in my earsI want to look good out and liveWe shared that apartment with shearsI jump off a jet to a buildingI take care of everybody billingsI wish they can stop with the killingI thought you didn’t need me, they kneelingAin’t telling my business, they winning, winningAin’t taking shit out, sick childrensSomebody else die when you sit and chillin’In the prison you already chillin’You can kicking it right livingReady to cap pell himHardbody this shit get realerI could crack the ceiling[Verse 1: Young Thug]Yeah, take a bite out the RitalinAll these VVS, I’m just pullin’ it out like I’m Bill, yeah-yeahFoolery, water, ice in the sky let ya nosebleedsHad the Rollies and Pateks, don’t post theseThat that shit tall as ladders and palm trees, yeahStarted out with a lil’ ranch, now I got a lot of blue cheeseI just had a deal 20 mil’, she know not to start with meI let the window down partiallyPark a Rolls Royce or a dodge at leastGotta put half on a car at leastHollywood bitch, I’m a star at leastGot key the Jeep, that ain’t muchShe promise many ménage, getting that jeep outta garageGet out my drip better go raw, 20 new jeans, Saint LaurentMy private jet don’t get rushedPeanut butter and jelly, like usI pour a 4 up of D’ussé, ooh[Chorus : Swae Lee]Pretty baby, I won’t lieI can get it right, one tryRoll this up and let’s skydiveI hope you’re not afraid of heights‘Cause I’m just the truthRolling like a foolWhat have I gotten myself into?Hurry up and choose[Verse 2: Young Thug]Mafia, run it up, run a couple milli from ya clienteleYeah, Alka-seltzer plus, serve it to the J’s who come latelyI’ll be glad when a nigga approach me wantin’ problemsRun it up, nigga chop him I’ll put him in the ground just like a cow, yeahOutside with the dealers, at the projectsI’m from where the dope fiends shoot the product, yeahI’m in Saks with a half a mil’, get my sack onCha-cha, got extreme moves for a redbone, yeahPussy pink like a pig, beat it till it’s red, oohHave ties, with city scabs all in red, oohBig up for still giving head, oohSpend a 100 thou’ on a diamond for the dead[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]I’m in sky and I chillWith this ice in my earsI want to look good out and liveWe shared that apartment with shearsI jump off a jet to a buildingI take care of everybody billingsI wish they can stop with the killingI thought you didn’t need me, they kneelingAin’t telling my business, they winning, winningAin’t taking shit out, sick childrensSomebody else die when you sit and chillin’In the prison you already chillin’You can kicking it right livingReady to cap pell himHardbody this shit get realerI could crack the ceiling[Outro: Swae Lee]‘Cause I’m just the truthRolling like a foolWhat has I got myself intoHurry up and chooseShe ain’t over me, yeahShe ain’t over, f-fuck fuck itI ain’t over her just yet, I ain’t overI’ll be on my way for sunsetCancel the party, baby, I’m a wreckI’m a wreckI’ll be on my way ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Check (Ft. Nas, Rick Ross)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Intro: Rick Ross](M-M) Michael WilliamsRenzel Ravioli (Woo!)(Hahaha) UghThis some country western shit right here (Huh!)(Yeah!) Like Quentin TarantinoM-M-Maybach Music[Chorus: Nas]Yo, you ain’t standin’ on your word, you lose respectMan up, check, chest out, checkChin up, check, discipline, checkListenin’, check[Verse 1: Nas]Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the squareThis is like chess, strategize in the ringHe tryna be a father, but he lost his father to the same thing (Check)Walkin’ on blood stained ground, gladiator schoolAmerica, see you ain’t raised no fool, catch this fade, is you brave?Try to know what to expect out hereFought every fight, what’s left is the fight of death out hereTry to take my last breath, my air, had to check my fear (Hmm)That’s why they respect Nasir, feel meY’all witnessin’ what you never seenNeedin’ nothing attracts everything, the resurrection of a king[Chorus: Nas]Man up, check, chest out, checkChin up, check, discipline, checkListenin’, checkCheckMan up, check, chest out, checkChin up, check, discipline, checkListenin’, checkMy nigga, let your nuts hangCheck[Verse 2: Rick Ross](Maybach Music)Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breezeNever on the wiretaps let’s give ‘em somethin’ they can seeBorn to be a boss, so nail me to the holy crossLife is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune (Huh)Speak with respect, seats to the MetsWe came from the streets, you just some geeks with a checkCuban links swing like a leech from my neckMake a mural of my face when I’m deceased with the bestBalenciaga sneaks (Huh), Balenciaga socks (Huh)Dark-skinned nigga, but the brightest in the spotDreamin’ of the top, boy I mighta signed with KotchCarol city nigga, move a mountain with a block (Woo)Virgil with the white (Ugh), murdered over kite (Ugh)Wholesale price it’s like it’s fashion oversite (Woo)Doubled up the shows and I tax ‘em for the flights (Huh)I’m owed by the code, so don’t make me ask you twice[Chorus: Nas]Man up, check, chest out, checkChin up, check, discipline, checkListenin’, checkCheckMan up, check, chest out, checkChin up, check, discipline, checkListenin’, checkMy nigga, let your nuts hangCheck[Outro: Nas]My nigga, let your nuts hangMy nigga, let your-My nigga, let your nuts hangMy nigga, let your-Nuts hangMy nigga, let your-My nigga, let your-My nigga, let your-Nuts hangMy nigga, let your- ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Mike Will Made It Kill ‘Em With Success (Ft. Eearz, ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz)

    Vistos 2 Musica Mike Will Made It [Pre-Chorus: Eearz]That slap, they say they want that slapIt’s not sold separately, they know I come with thatHey, what you got?[Chorus: Eearz]Hunnids overlappin’, that’s a factI’m on my level nigga, you better come correctKill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success[Verse 1: Eearz]Ordinary, I am not thatThey think I’m blasphemous, tattoos all on the neckGrew like a crack to me, head first ‘fore a checkGung-ho for a fistful of blue breadGirl, that ass swole, let me grab a hold and suplexGo for broke in that pussy ‘cause I remember whenNiggas looked over me, now they all wanna recollectFeel like some’ chose me, I’m e’rythin’ you could’ve beenIf you was hustlin’Post-dramatic, cardiacRollin’ back to back addict , damn I’m famishedI’ma need a whole bag of the cabbageCame straight out that damn clay, like CassiusShoulda seen his damn face when I passed himLil’ boy got big waves, overstandin’All of y’all blokes piss poor, in the trashYou lookin’ at the shit now, take a whiffThese diamonds DTN[Pre-Chorus: Eearz]That slap, they say they want that slapIt’s not sold separately, they know I come with thatHey, what you got?[Chorus: Eearz & (ScHoolboy Q)]Hunnids overlappin’, that’s a factI’m on my level nigga, you better come correctKill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success, they won’t like that (woo)Kill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success (Yo, uh)[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]Nostradamus, booked the pilot, land in tropicsBig deposits, saucy dipping, million flippingOne too many, Lambo spinning, skrrt, might crash itBig boy habits, legend status, label classicCan’t be average, got success needed more, uhMade the Forbes, needed more, uhGet the Range, needa floor it, uhWasn’t there when I was workin’ for it, got it big chillin’, now you mad, uhMotivation for the young niggas, get the bag rollin’ so it last, uhNigga ball like the Mavs, finger-roll from the halfRun the back through the trap, double time gettin’ wackSeen it all, now I done done it allWhy can’t a broke nigga say, “Uh, if was 30+ in the hood, still hell yeah, I’ma hate,” uhVVSs in the face, ayBeat the case and do the race, uhThis the Porsche, never late, uhHeadin’ North to the Ace, uhSaw my house by the waves, uhMore lead for the bang, uhMy God, need a raise, uhNew check, never change, ay (Woo)[Pre-Chorus: Eearz]That’s slap, they say they want that slapIt’s not sold separately, they know I come with thatHey, what you got?[Chorus: Eearz & (2 Chainz)]Hundreds overlappin’, that’s a factI’m on my level nigga, you better come correctKill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success, they won’t like that (Yah)Kill they ass with success, they won’t like thatKill they ass with success (2 Chainz)[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]God bless the soldiers (Bless), rip the head off a cobra (Rip)Intimidate the camera holder, I can taste the victoryYeah, I can smell the aroma (Smell), hands quicker than Dayton-Gloves on, no isotone, locked in on my opponent (Locked in)Frontline, yeah, I’m on itYou won’t believe how much I want it (Well believe)You won’t believe how much I’m focused (Well believe)I put the mind in determine, I put the mind on a journeyThat mean you leavin’ on a gurneyI’m ‘bout to kill ‘em with success, somebody call my attorneyHey, alrightAlright, here doubt don’t existI will push your tea back with Malice like the ClipseCan of ass-whoopin’, I got gallons of the shitLove or hate me, you need balance a lil’ bitTryin’ not to be violent like a challenge in itselfWhen it start goin’ right to the left, to the leftPeople slept, Jesus weptYou a pet, I’m a vetI’m a threat, where you at?Rep the set, that’s a bet ... Ver letra completa
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