Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City of Angels, artist - Conejo. Album song Mis Carnales, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.03.2002
Record label: Discos Aztlan
Song language: English
City of Angels |
| Ain’t nothing like going out |
| And handling my business on a stormy night |
| They don’t call me Venom for nothing homey |
| That’s right |
| You get the grips, I’ll get the ranfla |
| Doing jales, like a shower of torment |
| Severe damage when I come down storming |
| Leaving vatos damaged top to bottom |
| Like the lost missions in the past have fallen |
| Vatos feel my anger, can’t take it anymore |
| Let’s go get the feria, sound the totes of war |
| The voice of death, I bring poisonous showers |
| Opponents get no warnings, get devowered |
| I stay alert, the only plan that works |
| When I put you in the dirt, don’t get caught |
| Enemigas gotta fall like eighty feet of flag |
| Epidemic is deadly spreading like a plague |
| Known fact, the streets run with danger |
| When you’re caught out of bounds, you’re a perfect stranger |
| We collect, and while I’m out rest in peace |
| In the line of fire, I serve the enemies |
| Tempist hurricanes, the juras harbor panic |
| Unseen in the rain, smoking getting at it |
| I managed, ese get down or get shot down |
| I think I’m going insane, walking on the calle in the falling rain |
| Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain |
| Stormy nights trouble me with pain |
| Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain |
| Stormy nights trouble me with pain |
| Psychotic weather excecutes the condemded |
| Periodically precevied with my theory I attempt |
| When it rains it pours, the crime it soars |
| Relentless conflict, eternal wars |
| Precisely my thought’s been reflected |
| Intensive forms, I can feel the storm |
| And it’s bending, for I behold the scroll |
| Mentally a weapon, semi-auto control |
| Soy Conejo from the big bad ache |
| All my enemigas on the serio better watch me |
| High explosive battleship |
| I’m self-propelled, torpedo thoughts |
| Embrace the spell, leaves start to fall as the seasons change |
| Seal off the area, pump the gauge |
| From night to day I cage my rage |
| Sicko likes to move for the final phase |
| Can you listen to the rhythm of the falling rain |
| My homies in the grave trouble me with pain |
| Can you listen to the rhythm of the falling rain |
| My homies in the grave trouble me with pain |
| That’s right |
| Check 1−2, check 1−2 |
| That’s right homey |
| This rain is fucking venemous |
| And it’s coming to get you |
| Conejo, Venom |
| What you wanna do ese |
| Westside Harpys |
| Get wacked on location |
| I ain’t joking, got the pistol barrel smoking |
| Ya estuvo |