ฟังเพลงBloody Tears (Explicit)

Bloody Tears - Jedi Mind Tricks

Top Gun of this rap sh*t

Cock guns to blast sh*t ni**a what's the meaning of that

Sh*t's scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood

I'm grown now I gotta start protecting my goods

I gotta start protecting every one of my kids

I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my sh*t)

I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz

If not trees if not that I ain't handle my bizz

A screwed up way to live

But that's me follow my lead it is what it is (my niggaz)

I hold steel in the hour of chaos

And hurdle through the base heads tryin' to just play with the odds

I'm not the type of ni**a to claim god

But dog I heard you spit

Do't quit your day job

I've always been the cat to slave hard

Hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card

F**k the claps and cheers all we want is respect

And ya'll f**kers are wild lame yall aint nothing to sweat UH

Still certified greens and tan trees

Still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees

The last time they seen Vinnie Paz and kenny spaz

We was blazed up in a cab waving a semi- mag

That was the time I dropped out of college

The god of law thought he would go on his own

Instill knowledge knowledge

Kinda ridiculous the way I get in this sh*t

Some felt ignorant me felt innocent

So for now on I will guard you now strong

Niggas want war I get you murked by a wild jawn

The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on

Is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that I'm sitting on

Till I seen there wasn't nothing there

From my eyes to me ears I got stains and bloody tears

AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P

(Die mother f**ker die)

F**king with these gentlemen we run up in your residence get you for your presidents

(Die mother f**ker die)

Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up If I don't got my cake up

(Die mother f**ker die)

AOTP on top we be he he he he

(Die mother f**ker die)

The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back

Halloween mask Michael's back

Stay in your lane you no named niggas get lipo'd up

Lose weight when the rifle bust I don't like you f**ks

They want my life I want 5 mics problem is I'm unsigned hype

F**k is the deal give me life in the booth with no f**king appeal

I bet you my left lung they can't f**k with the skill

Bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma

It's the front street terrorist I ride like Osama

It's a thin line between a prick and a fool

But these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool

Man these faggots they keep acting like I ain't a beast

Till their face is next to their sons under the beach

Food for the crabs mission accomplished ni**a take it in blood

It's a wrap my crew acting like Satan is loved

I'm Jesus in reverse the son of Satan with a fire arm

Water to blood apocalyptic fire storm

You a sucka rapper never know what side you on

I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone

A 16 of mine murder your entire song

9M submachine is long like your entire arm

I'm a loud mouth f**ka not a quiet storm

I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone

Never nothin soft everythin' a violent song

Kanye West gay rapper that's when lines are drawn

Qwest hit me with a beat like he Italian mom

It aint even beef no more it's Hillshire Farm

I aint gonna leave your family any time to mourn

My clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm

The same 'palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam

And I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone

AOTP they know we be O-N T-O-P

(Die mother f**ker die)

F**king with these gentlemen we run up in your residence get you for your presidents

(Die mother f**ker die)

Make up the break up I don't wanna wake up If I don't got my cake up

(Die mother f**ker die)

AOTP on top we be he he he he

(Die mother f**ker die)

Cocksucker (hahaha)

Brap brap yeah

Big Louis Doggs (yeah)

The genocide general (motherf**ker)

Doap Nix (AOTP)

Demoz

Planetary

AOTP

Qwest on the beat

It ain't a game baby

Brap brap hahaha

Cocksucker