Trails Of Blood, Pt. 3: accordi di
Conejo
Conejo

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
Treals of blood, check it
All I got is some dead prisons
and a dream
Dm
Dm
That's the cover, OG Kush on my mind
It's going off
Am
Am
By any means, I gotta endure
I don't need a credit so I sell it pure
First class, when I fly away,
Dm
Dm
I came from the jungle, I got ice terrain
Am
Am
Gang slayer, stomping in my boots,
I pimp hard, bitch, bring my loot
Ride out, take an extra trip,
Dm
Dm
C
C
if you come too close, I got the pistol grip
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
The soldier shoots an arrow
through your armor, crime took place,
but the motive is large or intense
Dm
Dm
Controversy is the subject
Am
Am
that makes this worthy of death threats
Own yourself, as your killers creep through
like a ninja stealth
Dread of the night,
Dm
Dm
I go hard when I'm on the mic
Am
Am
The chronic harvest from my garden,
that's for the heartless
That's self -destruct and true to life,
yeah that's regardless
Dm
Dm
Radical extreme like the boy of Marx,
Am
Am
this fool's harmless
This corrupt revenge,
I'll harness darkness when
I'm so entrenched
The eyes of evil prophesize events,
Dm
Dm
retribution is a must
It's what I contend
Am
Am
Trails of blood, trails of blood
Put a case on me but I'm not the one
Trails of blood, trails of blood
Dm
Dm
They said I'm out to get me
so I'm loadin' my gun
Am
Am
Right now, back against the wall
Mindstorm, no surveillance
and I scream my calls
That's all, you need to know
Dm
Dm
I see a target on the hill, I'ma let one go
Am
Am
Disrupt the sect, the funeral director
Put a body on the stretcher
if he ever enter
The palace of fuckin' treason
Dm
Dm
So much lettuce like
it's raining season
Am
Am
I'm seasoned in this espionage
I meet up with the fellas
in the secret lounge
Where dreams become reality
Dm
Dm
And gangsta shit is the mentality
Am
Am
Earthquaking on your locations
Breaking down all
communications
Your betrayal will scrutinize
Dm
Dm
And all my forces will unify
Am
Am
The devil's highway's
full of savages
That's out to rob the king's packages
It's the exile, can you manage it?
Dm
Dm
If not, homeboy, suffer damages
Am
Am
Trails of blood, trails of blood
Put a case on me, but I'm not the one
Trails of blood, trails of blood
They said I'm out of gametes,
Dm
Dm
so I'm loadin' my gun
Am
Am
Right now, back against the wall
I install no surveillance
and I sweep my calls
That's all, you need to know
Dm
Dm
I see a target on the hill,
one more then we'll go
Am
Am
By any means, I gotta endure,
I don't need to cut it so I sell it pure
First class, when I fly away,
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
I came from the jungle,
Dm
Dm
I got eyes to reign
Am
Am
Kingslayer, stomping in my boots,
I pinpoint, bitch bring my loot
Ride out, take an extra trip,
Dm
Dm
if you come too close
C
C
Am
Am
I got the pistol grip
It's like I view the world empty at times,
but that's just me holding it down
Dm
Dm
Till infinity, doing my motherfuckin' best
not to lose my balance,
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
said Winnie Felony case

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