CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : 9999

I'm the final boss of this sh*t
Less than three, I'm on my sh*t
You don't f**k with me, you're finna get hit
Because I make nothing but hits
So hot a scholar moves their [?]
Because I'm saucing on you jits
Get out my car, you're not my kids

And my bong water's made from tears from my enemies
You're using canned melodies, [?], parentheses
And I don't give a f**k if you disrespect my ident**y
You're finna get your brains on the floor like a Kennedy

Nine-thousand, nine-hundred, ninety-nine [?] and three bands on my a**
Thеy need to try to beat that
I said nine-thousand, nine-hundrеd, ninety-nine [?] and three bands on my a**
They need to try to beat that

I said f**k it, I don't even write good couplets
I'm just sceraming, saying nothing
And everybody loves it 'cause I turn it into something
Make everyone start jumping, they never seen it coming
Make everyone start jumping, they never seen it coming

I'm the Dark Souls of music, go so hard I confuse 'em
B*t*h I'm [?] like Duke Nukem, you're so bad, whatchu doing?
I'm the Dark Souls of music, go so hard I confuse 'em
B*t*h I'm [?] like Duke Nukem, you're so bad, so bad

Nine-thousand, nine-hundred, ninety-nine [?] and three bands on my a**
They need to try to beat that
I said nine-thousand, nine-hundred, ninety-nine [?] and three bands on my a**
They need to try to beat that, I said