The streets are boiling hot, give a glass of cold water and drink
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The place smells of roses, everywhere is full of flowers
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Don't tire your head, let it die from barley
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Killa smells like a gardenia flower
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Even today, it's hard to get bites down the throat, breads, overtake, come on.
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Well, of course, it's still ghetto insider active fighter twenty-four hours a day.
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Babies outside they've become rappers talking and babbling babo
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Traitors are raising and weeding soldiers for an ungrateful environment abo
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It's as if someone's eyes are blind, they don't see, their ears are deaf and they can't hear.
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The junky who became the dog of the money, believe that their regiment has been sold
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Killa rap is something else, but you should know it, the haze where you get the faze
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Killa says never forget brother look murder was the case
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I drew tattoos on my arms so that it wouldn't draw attention
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Blow to Killa regiment Killa thirty-six fight club is ready for war
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It's killa rap, this is Turkish rap you hear, but made in germanya that makes you nervous
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What is your problem, here you greedy barracuda fake dracula krass ula
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Klass quality elite rap krass quality always
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Look at the rap you make, boy, it's only on the pig, gocuk yeah
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Killa is a father real rap street asphalt walls burned and passed, you sit at home
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You waited, you said a bead appeared in my shit yeahh
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The streets are boiling hot, give a glass of cold water and drink
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The place smells of roses, everywhere is full of flowers
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Don't tire your head, let it die from barley
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Killa smells like a gardenia flower
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You ran here and there, you rushed wherever you were
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Make me cry, you have made false scatters.
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You hid your oppressed black hair, your haunted eyes, your eye muscles
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You caught it right on the spot, you stopped, you waited, you shed fake crocodile tears
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Seven people said that killa went down to the level of wanted for a while, bring the test head.
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They said, but those who say so, killed Killa, finally peng peng
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Damn it would be death, you saw your aunt Killa from afar, you lost your balance, servants
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Orders around Killa await orders, ready to hug generations thirty-six
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thirty six my crew my crew
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my endless page my page
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Killa daddy tough ya real thirty six mafia
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We have fun, let there be a world around the fire, you fill the void, we were sought
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In the future, I think our house will be filled and it will be dark.
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Ugly beautiful typeless blind lame or covered heartless stringless stemless
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We don't work like the wind, we take your breath away from the voice of the man because this world is mortal
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Let the wolves dance, let's eat a little bit, or it won't happen
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The world will be gari gari
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The streets are boiling hot, give a glass of cold water and drink
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The place smells of roses, everywhere is full of flowers
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Don't tire your head, let it die from barley
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Killa smells like a gardenia flower |