corrija a letra Letra Strangers por Danger Mouse & Black Thought

Featuring(s) : A$AP Rocky & Run The Jewels

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[Black Thought]
Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' for future shot
Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop
I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top
For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot
I'm super hot and beyond your range
It's kinda strange how the change in climate
Ain't because of climate change
I acquired this affinity for finer things
Like [?], Range and Rolls from gold chains
And dangers when niggas get hot, then die fameless
Slugs spark louder than chain but fly aimless
I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers
You speak anything but my language
Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance
Fool, I consider these thieves, that's not gangsters
So many f*ck boys actin' like they tough guys
I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you walk right

Bark, bark, bark
Tough guy, ah?
You can tell me, you can tell me what?

[A$AP Rocky]
I keep the .45 close, get your lo-fi smoke
Like the Wi-Fi broke, get the wise guy jokes
Got mob ties bro, financial status and them old tie
Get ya familiar smoke, on both sides though
Oh my, now reach in to your pockets, pay homage
Pay me hunnids or pay me no mind, bro
And my screen don't work, got a iPhone 4
Like the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though
Okay, like que paso, malecón, cabrón
'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi
See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed
Uhm, one time when I was duckin' from the one time
This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy
Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins
New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip

This motherf*cker does not give a f*ck about you
He is in his mansion, playin' his XBOX (You never listen, you never listen)
And look at you, look at where you are (No one ever says anything worth listenin' to)
[El-P]
Yeah, straight out the flames of this city of mine
Since double planes hit the risers pain on graph been on rise
With cyclops' eye strays stay shattering lives
Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive
Monster of art don't start
Your little drive die dark, put you in long term park
Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp
Sharp with a bodega cat claw slash at the rat's heart
Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in
Scrap like I'm facing a mouth of a starved kraken
Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined
The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards
Slid into the vacuum they left stabbing at random
Abracadab-'em, got these maggots tracking the magic
It's vapid, how you speak, not deep, you lacking the fathoms
While tough guys dreaming of smashing thots, I smash atoms

Are you serious with this?
This is what it's come to?
We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're f*ckin' gangsters? (Ayy)
I am, and it is (Yeah, yeah)

[Killer Mike]
The bar killer, I stole a demon from God's dealer (Yeah)
A God body with temperment of a Godzilla (Yeah, yeah)
Man, you ain't shit, you f*ck her barely, I far fill her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (Woo)
I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (Ooh)
And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (Ooh)
Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (Ooh)
You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (Damn)
I leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (Damn)
I pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (Damn)
I'm audacious so f*ck with me on a cash basis (Yeah)
I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (Yeah, yeah)
I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (Yeah)
No patience for racists, send ‘em to damn Satan (Yeah, yeah)
Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (Yeah, yeah)
And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (Woo)

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