CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Murder He Wrote
Trillmatic, what up?
Look
Street sh*t, we still at it
Trillmatic, I peel cabbage when I dump steel at it
Heh, if I want it trust me I will have it
Told you I'm the Machine, f**k how you feel faggot
Yeah, pack cookies in the dutch
Every city I go I got pu**y I can f**k
Trust, you don't wanna push me, I am nuts
Get to emptying this chopper, make you pu**y n***as duck
STK, I ain't come for the stay
Blast the coal grapes, two lobsters held at my plate
Yeah, a hundred out the tip
Machine gun that hold like a hundred in the clip
I hope one of you pu**y n***as tempt me
I'm squeezing this b*t*h til it's empty
Masked up, nobody knew what I did
You just snapped, back blew off your head
It's the Machinе motherf**ker
Ayo, check
No script, thеse hoes watch me, guess my life is like a movie
I was living trife, now I'm with your wife in the jacuzzi
Got a bunch of dead slave masters folded in my Subi's
Thrity black talons loaded in the Uzi, bold and unruly
Murder he wrote on a loose leaf
Had the hoes loose off the blow and the Lucy, b***-naked playing Juicy
It was all a dream, over the digital, not the triple-beam
The workers crystalline, turned it to cash now I'm sitting clean
Feasting on $300 plates, you cooking Sizzlean
Sh*t these n***as is a disgrace, I make em kiss the ring
Shoot the crown off the wig of the king
And let my little n***as dig through his pockets and flee the scene
Where I'm from death is always 'round the corner if your skin black
I went from jail cells to big stacks now that I sling raps
Now we lit n***a, f**k outta here
Look
Street sh*t, we still at it
Trillmatic, I peel cabbage when I dump steel at it
Heh, if I want it trust me I will have it
Told you I'm the Machine, f**k how you feel faggot
Yeah, pack cookies in the dutch
Every city I go I got pu**y I can f**k
Trust, you don't wanna push me, I am nuts
Get to emptying this chopper, make you pu**y n***as duck
STK, I ain't come for the stay
Blast the coal grapes, two lobsters held at my plate
Yeah, a hundred out the tip
Machine gun that hold like a hundred in the clip
I hope one of you pu**y n***as tempt me
I'm squeezing this b*t*h til it's empty
Masked up, nobody knew what I did
You just snapped, back blew off your head
It's the Machinе motherf**ker
Ayo, check
No script, thеse hoes watch me, guess my life is like a movie
I was living trife, now I'm with your wife in the jacuzzi
Got a bunch of dead slave masters folded in my Subi's
Thrity black talons loaded in the Uzi, bold and unruly
Murder he wrote on a loose leaf
Had the hoes loose off the blow and the Lucy, b***-naked playing Juicy
It was all a dream, over the digital, not the triple-beam
The workers crystalline, turned it to cash now I'm sitting clean
Feasting on $300 plates, you cooking Sizzlean
Sh*t these n***as is a disgrace, I make em kiss the ring
Shoot the crown off the wig of the king
And let my little n***as dig through his pockets and flee the scene
Where I'm from death is always 'round the corner if your skin black
I went from jail cells to big stacks now that I sling raps
Now we lit n***a, f**k outta here
