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Jota WR – TEC-9 Lyrics
Artist: Jota WR
Song: TEC-9
Sibili down down, sibili down down
Baliza’ de color, I’m gone
El chota llamando a cenco
Run-Run
f#cking lame bota
Dumb-dumb, killjoy
Tamo’ loco’, tamo’ loco’
Como Steve-O
Ojos low twenty four
Showing up
No cap
En la mano una botella para derramar, Yah
Mi sangre real no tiene puñal, no
Por si la’ moscas siempre keep a gun bro
Like juice por si sale fighto
Fumando rose con mi hermano, psycho
Viendo Escala de grise’ a lo Burton
Estamo’ en la nave llamando a Houston
Cascarrabia pasando puros disgusto’
Yendo con lo’ cabro’ directo al punto
We never decline
Certero como TEC-9
With my weed I feel fine
Drinking some wine
I know what I’m doing right
And wrong
They’re so f#cking blind, yah
I know
I draw my future mental
Mi clicka fresh como mеnta
Esa wh#re lo lamenta
En la mia haciendo un pеnta (kill)
Patada en tu jeta, kill bill
Ojos chinos como Bills
Prendiendo de a veinte, puros misil
Tamo’ tranquilo bien chill
Kamanchaka de humo corte Silent Hill
Arpón en tu pecho
How do you explain
My flow insane
In the membrane
Como B-Real?
El thunder and rain
Del Phonk Spain
Pa’ tu vein
You know what I mean?
Sibili down down, sibili down down
Baliza’ de color, I’m gone
El chota llamando a cenco
Run-Run
f#cking lame bota
Dumb-dumb, killjoy
Tamo’ loco’, tamo’ loco’
Como Steve-O
Ojos low twenty four
Showing up
No cap
En la mano una botella para derramar
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TEC-9 Lyrics – English Translation
Sibili Down Down, Sibili Down Down
Color beacon, I’M Gone
The Chota calling Cenco
Whir
f#cking Lame Boot
Dumb-dumb, Killjoy
Tamo ‘Crazy’, Tamo ‘Crazy’
As Steve-O
Low Twenty Four eyes
Showing up
No Cap
In hand a bottle to spill, Yah
My real blood has no dagger, no
In case the ‘flies always Keep to Gun Bro
Like juice in case Fighto comes out
Smoking Rose with my brother, Psycho
Seeing Grise ‘Scale to Burton
Estamo ‘on the ship calling Houston
Cascarrabia passing pure disgust ‘
Going with the ‘goat’ to the point
We Never Decline
Accurate as Tec-9
With My Weed I Feel Fine
Drinking Som Wine
I know what I’M Doing Right
And Wrong
They’re so f#cking armor, yah
Yo lo se
I Draw My Future Mental
MY CLICKKE FRESH LIKE MATA
That wh#re regrets it
In mine doing a pеnta (Kill)
Kick in your jeta, Kill Bill
Chinese eyes like Bills
Using twenty, pure missile
Tamo ‘quiet good chill
Smoke kamanchako cut Silent Hill
Arpo in your chest
How do You Explanin
My Flow Insane
In the membrane
How B-Real?
The Thunder and Rain
Of the Phonk Spain
Pa ‘your vein
You know what i mean?
Sibili Down Down, Sibili Down Down
Color beacon, I’M Gone
The Chota calling Cenco
Whir
f#cking Lame Boot
Dumb-dumb, Killjoy
Tamo ‘Crazy’, Tamo ‘Crazy’
As Steve-O
Low Twenty Four eyes
Showing up
No Cap
In hand a bottle to spill
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Jota WR Lyrics – TEC-9
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Release Year: 2022