Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malas Noticias, artist - Conejo. Date of issue: 06.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Malas Noticias |
| A labels just a label |
| It’s what you bring to the table |
| Rock so cold |
| He be spitting in fables |
| From the cradle |
| Been a baby gangsta |
| Let on moves on a beat |
| And the boy you’ll dismantle |
| Cus everything a target |
| When I get on that mic |
| If you ain’t got bars |
| You ain’t doing it right |
| I snort white, till the sun come up |
| Then I’m looking through the blinds |
| With the 4−5 tuck |
| I give’s a fuck |
| That’s why I move the chain |
| The yards that I run |
| Is something insane |
| But this not madden |
| This a long nose canon |
| Death is approaching |
| Like a fiery dragon |
| I grab your weed |
| Ese set the shit on fire |
| Then brake 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 |
| Mala noticias |
| These muthufuckers are dead |
| If you look through the list |
| You see the picture all red |
| De la sangre |
| From the multiple wounds |
| I sit back in the cut |
| And send the rats some goons |
| Yeeaah, that’s what I do |
| Bad news right here |
| And he’s strapped up too |
| We go to war |
| If you ever that wanted |
| Leave his ass stretched out |
| Now they saying we wanted |
| Living grimy |
| But I make that toast |
| To the spirits that’s around me |
| On my coast |
| We sipping brew |
| And we tokin that rifa |
| Told the homie on the jack |
| We don’t need no features |
| What the blood clot |
| They about to get ether |
| When they shot’s go through 'em |
| Epileptic Seizure |
| Got them felony raps |
| Notorious raps |
| Got the game under siege |
| I impose my tech’s |
| 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 boys |
| Spot the undercovers |
| I’m a big dog |
| If you know what I mean |
| International flow |
| Will turn you into a fiend |
| This is rehab |
| Your withdraw severe |
| Just don’t panic muthafucker |
| Cus the dope man here |
| Mala noticias |
| These muthufuckers are dead |
| If you look through the list |
| You see the picture all red |
| De la sangre |
| From the multiple wounds |
| I sit back in the cut |
| And send the rats some goons |
| Yeeaah, that’s what I do |
| Bad news right here |
| And he’s strapped up too |
| We go to war |
| If you ever that wanted |
| Leave his ass stretched out |
| Now they saying we wanted |