Juan Gotti - Bala Mala lyrics
rate me(Mira como cae la lluvia) x2
(Juan Gotti)
Como el rey, soy la ley del la selva
mili-tek con respect algo suelta
y conecta dejando todo en pieces,
no me dices que en el mundo 'sta muy triste, y viniste llorando con el chisme amma weed head but I stil pray to Jesus.
I believe my gente is gonna rise homes
gotta leave la maldad o you die homes
el jinete corre con su caballo
asi traigo mi dolor bien clavado
mas que malo ya pagado el precio
todo resio, mi orgullo en mi pecho.
Es tatuado el color de mi tierra
y mi espera con cigarros de yerba
hasta la muerte soy la voz del paisano
mirame 'cuz amma die Mexicano.
(Chorus)
None of yall niggas is buitl like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)
must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)
representin' rainbows
and that ain't us (that ain't us)
So none of yall niggas is buitl like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how tha game is
must of been' the same bitch
tryna rep the lame shit
and claim they us (muthufuckas)
(Rasheed)
I got that Chris paw pickin' up my wrist watch
in the drop top, liths out night watch
Jock the ja we got the fry
bleed the block papa and stand the towry the sky(ugh)
loose cannons hit'm like projector
be skinin like is the 'fect of me
be stinkin' skip-asesctemis,
through yo ass like Jimmy Bones (aha)
half a rid of science just investigatin' your chromosones
silicone shot us connectin' the dots collectin' the pot un este yall got in this murderest plot
ever heard of the devil cry
a dude over fifty in a Chevy about to take over the sky (ugh)
hit the ground breakin' off runnin'
swift like ghosts muthufuckas we saw somettin'
game huntin' frontin' in yo 7-hunen'
what hte fuck you gonna do when his man Jock commin'
(Chorus)x2
None of yall niggas is buitl like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)
must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)
representin' rainbows
and that ain't us (that ain't us)
So none of yall niggas is built like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how tha game is
must of been' the same bitch
tryna rep the lame shit
and claim they us (muthufuckas)
(Juan Gotti)
El paisano commin' down like a avalanche have a chance
mili straped almost got his ass mira dad gettin' mad 'cuz i'm actin' bad
kinda sad the only son that you ever had, now i'm goneel pelon represent Housone raza throne fore the dome 'cuz is still my home
gotta yell, gotta scream, gotta let'em know amma sell
smokin' weed out of Mexico
make a flow, wreck a show
no te aguites wuey any day
el maton and I never play; How you say I'm the king porque soy el rey
raise a fade for the head like a hearin' aid
hand granade pull the pin watch some metal spray.
Holiday, chale wuey alcoholic ey puro yay
wactch a c 'cuz i'm in your face have a taste, raza shit. Can you feel the bass?
(Chorus)x3
None of yall niggas is buitl like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)
must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)
representin' rainbows
and that ain't us (that ain't us)
So none of yall niggas is buitl like us
you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up
who ever showed you how tha game is
must of been' the same bitch
tryna rep the lame shit
and claim they us (muthufuckas)<br />
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Thanks to Juan Gotti
