CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Zoo (English Translation)
1rst verse :
I don’t have any mercy, I’ll f**k you up
Nothing but ice running through my veins
I would like to know what it feels like to take their place
I practice smiling in front of the mirror
The capital city in my barrel
Every thing comes from Colombia, brother
I rhyme dirty, so rotten
Even those f**king rats catch diarrhea
f**k Brandon and Dylan
If those faggots burn from Napalm I want the palm
I don’t give a sh*t who breath one's last
I dip my cookies in your tears
Chorus :
The Apes just left the zoo
Strapped up like during the Clos era
The Angel of Death in the flеsh
The Apes just left thе zoo
Your corpse behind a couple tapes
Blood runs thicker than water
Strapped up like during the Clos era
The Apes just left the zoo
2nd verse :
Tracked but never domesticated
My vocation : Stick you up and watch you j*rking me off
I’ll put you out for rent, you’re pimped, I’ll have to f**k you
You’re getting airplay and you’re wack as f**k, you’ll have to explain me
A couple extra rounds in my boxers
Crossbar, futuristic goal, I shot ya in the head
You son of a dirty b*t*h, It’s too late for chahed
It ain't because you stop playing that the game has ended
Sweat stench in the lab, Trackers under the hood
A hundred rounds in every hold-up
Aim for the hearth of all those bums
3.2 v6, 6.6.6 #Iblis, Im’ one of those n***as persisting and darkness is lightening up
I don’t have any mercy, I’ll f**k you up
Nothing but ice running through my veins
I would like to know what it feels like to take their place
I practice smiling in front of the mirror
The capital city in my barrel
Every thing comes from Colombia, brother
I rhyme dirty, so rotten
Even those f**king rats catch diarrhea
f**k Brandon and Dylan
If those faggots burn from Napalm I want the palm
I don’t give a sh*t who breath one's last
I dip my cookies in your tears
Chorus :
The Apes just left the zoo
Strapped up like during the Clos era
The Angel of Death in the flеsh
The Apes just left thе zoo
Your corpse behind a couple tapes
Blood runs thicker than water
Strapped up like during the Clos era
The Apes just left the zoo
2nd verse :
Tracked but never domesticated
My vocation : Stick you up and watch you j*rking me off
I’ll put you out for rent, you’re pimped, I’ll have to f**k you
You’re getting airplay and you’re wack as f**k, you’ll have to explain me
A couple extra rounds in my boxers
Crossbar, futuristic goal, I shot ya in the head
You son of a dirty b*t*h, It’s too late for chahed
It ain't because you stop playing that the game has ended
Sweat stench in the lab, Trackers under the hood
A hundred rounds in every hold-up
Aim for the hearth of all those bums
3.2 v6, 6.6.6 #Iblis, Im’ one of those n***as persisting and darkness is lightening up
