CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Murder Fantasia
Yeah, Musa, Stallone
Chinaski Black (KTK! Tell 'em, Paz!)
I'm tired of this church!
(Yo, new era, we ain't talkin' 'bout fetti cash. New money, new everything!)
Yeah
Money talkin' 'bout the trap house
Knowin' that his work stepped on like a frat house
It ain't nothin' funny, akhi, ain't nothin' to laugh 'bout
Muhf**kas shouldn't throw stones from a gla** house
John Uptight, this the f**kin' rabbit run
Close range .38, Mark David Chapman gun
The blicky left him with a half a lung
I'm the hot chief, you the bottom of the ladder [?]
The work move fast, it send him another key
Policia, it wasn't me
Chinaski Black (KTK! Tell 'em, Paz!)
I'm tired of this church!
(Yo, new era, we ain't talkin' 'bout fetti cash. New money, new everything!)
Yeah
Money talkin' 'bout the trap house
Knowin' that his work stepped on like a frat house
It ain't nothin' funny, akhi, ain't nothin' to laugh 'bout
Muhf**kas shouldn't throw stones from a gla** house
John Uptight, this the f**kin' rabbit run
Close range .38, Mark David Chapman gun
The blicky left him with a half a lung
I'm the hot chief, you the bottom of the ladder [?]
The work move fast, it send him another key
Policia, it wasn't me
