ฟังเพลงSe Acabo (Explicit)

Se Acabo Remix featuring Method Man(Explicit) - The Beatnuts

Yo check it out

Swing a bat on you like the devil himself

Put it on us, sickness or health

Making you could only breathe wit help

I ain't playin',

you don't wanna hear

what you sayin' yourself

Hit the street wit incredible beats

We renowned for tearin' it town

Never have you heard a similar sound

Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one

Side scorching from a hot gun

Niggas get lost

in the buildings wit money and the children

Not the type to talk too much and catch feelin'

Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling

Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing

Many things follow, bullets stay hollow

You actin' like we don't chew, you can't swallow

Niggas try to change my plans,

I'mma beat you till I break my hands

Ju the German every place I stand

Aiyyo it's Big Psych,

baby you don't want no problems

Suckers want war, and yo bomb em

Bring the heat, squeeze the flame torch

Then peel out in a convertible gray Porsche

Just in case your snitch wanna get payed off

I'm three miles ahead of you, I took the plates off

Pull out the chainsaws, It's a Musical Massacre

Cut the head off the driver and the passenger

Sic my dogs after ya, have you climbin' in a tree

Just another crime in the street

Ain't nuttin' better than findin' a beat

So if you find that and try to blow my spot up

Get shot up

Means ("It's Over") bro,

Method Man on the remix, it's over yo

Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over yo

"It's a Beatnuts thing, yo you know how that go

What kind of Beatnut am I? Spanish Fly, P-O-P-P-I

(Who got the live special guest for the night?)

Excuse me as I kiss the sky

Yo one on through the nasal

To put food on the table, I Rush Associated Labels

Huh, ready, willing and able to rock cradle

And rock steady, when I get the drop I drop heavy

Twist the metal, mask the machete

This god don't want beef, he want veggie

Plus signs over Deadly Medley

Who got em gassed on his own Getty

Battery Back, he Eveready

Now what's fuckin' wit that ha?

Not you, you chocha

I fuck wit Beatnuts, Livin' La Vida Loca!

Callete la boca, see the Spanish Fly on the sofa

One word, he slap you wit the toaster

Keep it in the holster on safety

Put yourself in timeout,

playin wit this dough, let me find out

You ain't hard to find though, barrel on your tonsils

Sigan hablando y siga mamando