Testi musica canzoni

[Sample] Alright. Now which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you?
[Shout] CHINOOO!!!

Now who makes the blood spill?
And who keeps the shits real?
(repeat 2x)

Chorus: (repeat 4x)
Chino XL!!
The high yellow blood spiller.

Verse 1:
Dark night of the blood spiller, niggas leaking from red shots
Drippin it's from the shots it's the Grim Reaper
that's when you think opportunity knocks
Now battling Chino XL your ass get's flowed !??!?!

Yo, yo, yo, hold up man, chill out, yo, yo, get this off right here

You better get away get away I think I need a shrink
I'll rip out your windpipes forever you'll lip-sync
Chino XL with the maddest baddest fattest status
?!?! pretty as a ?!?! but in the fist I can still get busy
The sight of blood it makes me horny
don't believe me then try to roll on me
Don't question my story i'm not Tywanna Brawly
Blasting me getting it out working it out like Jane Fonda
I really rip the Pope and that so fuck Sinaid O'Conner
Like Matt Cobra I flex it you ?!?! get it scizophrenic
I have to kill you muthafuckas backwards i'm dyslexic
Flowing you to a different world like Quincy Hardison please!
Leave 'em punch-drunk like Muhammad Ali, G
You be like "Yo Adrian!" mugged up like Rocky
I'm getting rid of niggas like a nigger-hating Nazi
And this is how the cops kill
when I drill your head with nails like Hellraiser
Chino XL wont go out like D.U.S.F.L.
"Your nigga Chino was a sucker back in the day" you told some reporter
Yeah and Michael Jackson got a skin disorder
I'm from the street don't play me like i'm knowledge
You can still get shot up by a nigga looking like De'Barge

Chorus-acapo