Представляем точный текст композиции "City Of Angels" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conejo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «City Of Angels» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conejo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conejo - "City Of Angels"
Lyrics to City Of Angels : In the City of Angels Aint no motherfucking joke Watch your back ese Thats right Ill take your feria and your fucking puta (Gimme that bitch) Thats the way its going down Simon, simon ese, yo soy Conejo de la calle veinte cinco El valla mas chingones, este I aqui (West Coast locos) In the wicked part of Los (West Coast) And if you dont believe me, just ask the enemigos 'Que calle' en el parque ese, looking for some shit Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique Spraying on the snitches, cuz thats the way it goes They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know And now its time to ride, and now its time to die Nine automatics sitting on my side So let me just grab a couple extra clips Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list When others take revenge, while they make them movida Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up posida How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped How you expect to kill when you hold no steel Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills Talking about a place where there is no angle Choose your poison where there is no angel In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy Now isnt it a shame, thats what my petho said And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didnt understand So Im break it down, ese Ima put it down Conejo rolled up, now its looking like a ghost town Where you at' I thought you had control Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood Up in Hotel California with two wicked props Homey burning like infernos on the serio Ese gotsta get his issue, and walk away like nada And not even miss you, I dont trip Ill catch you on the rebound, Ill see you in the barrio And then we could get down, down and dirty Thats the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay I waste no time, I get up and I go Cuz no one really knows what this broad could hold She could set me up ese, for the right price Depends on her addiction, the streets aint nothing nice In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers In the City of Angels there aint no angels Puro vato loco Puro vato loco, thats right ese Check it out First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, thats where the gangas is First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, thats where the gangas is Thats where the gangas at loco 25th and Hoover, Hillpoint Gang California My Way, Tiny Locos First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, thats where the gangas is First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles You know holmes, thats where the gangas is Watch your back when you come to my barrio Soy Conejo [ City Of Angels Lyrics ]
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