Acordes de Malas Noticias
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Tonalidad: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Gm
Gm
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label's just a label's
what you bring to the table
Rock so cool, he been spittin'
and fadin' from the cradle
Been a baby gangster,
little moose on the beat,
and the boy will dismantle
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Gm
Gm
Cause everything a target
when I get on that mic
If you ain't got balls, you ain't doin' it right
I smoke white, till the sun come up
Then I'm lookin' through the blinds
with the 4x tuck
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God gives a fuck,
Gm
Gm
that's why I move the chain
The yawns that I run,
it's something insane
But this not maddened,
it's a long -nosed cannon
Death is approaching like the fiery dragon
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Gm
Gm
I'll grab your weed and
set the shit on fire
Then break out a syringe
and let the dope inspire
I'm Michael Myers from Halloween
Bout to go up in the booth
and butcher the scene
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My life with these shots,
Gm
Gm
these motherfuckers are dead
If you look through the lens,
you'll see the picture will ring
De la sangre, from the multiple wounds
I sit back in the curtains
and I rest the goons
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Gm
Gm
Yeah, that's what I do
Bad news right here, ready strapped up too
We gon' roll, with whoever that want it
Leave his ass drenched down,
now they say we want it
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Gm
Gm
Livin' grimy, but I make that choice
To the spirits that surround me,
on my coast
We sippin' booze,
and we chokin' that weed
But to the homie on the jack,
we don't need no features
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Gm
Gm
With the blood clot,
they about to get ether
When the shots go through,
I'm epileptic seizure
Got them felony raps, notorious raps
Got the game under siege,
I impose my chess
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Gm
Gm
Snuff you out, a good day to die
You don't even get a chance
to ask me why
Bullets chase you when you run for cover
Ski mask boy spot the undercovers
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I'm a big dog,
Gm
Gm
if you know what I mean
International flow will turn you into a fiend
This is rehab, you're withdrawn severe
Just don't panic, motherfucker,
cause the dope man here
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My lines with these shots,
Gm
Gm
these motherfuckers are dead
If you look through the lens,
you'll see the picture of win
De la sangre, from the multiple wounds
I sit back in the credits
and the racks of goons
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Gm
Gm
Yeah, that's what I do
Bad news right here,
and he's strapped up too
We go to war,
with whoever that want it
Leave us in a stretched out,
now they saying we want it
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That's right,
Gm
Gm
the gang stay making profit
Say Winnie
Un saludo para el compa
Bad News Death Tracks
Hay que matarles toda la pinche clica
Y mandar el resto a la verga

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