Chords for Harsh Times - Return Of The Tres (Soundtrack OST)

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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [E] I'm leaving your house.
So much grime all on time, let the home blow.
Gas to the pedal like metal [F] at a cruise [Am] show.
The rhyme rocker with a shit load of flack.
I'd rather I could break the rhythm [E] till there's no more flack.
So me bam, la, ra, pedo, booze, and ha, ha.
That includes all who goes to see la, la.
Don't do that cha, cha, ruka, call me baba.
What OK for action hunt until mañana.
Y'all find out, head crash and whip flash.
City night bright like earth flash.
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I'm black, I'm black, I'm black, [D] I'm black, I'm black, I'm black.
[F] Aprendes [Am] que onda si salto arriba las manos.
Gavacho moreno [E] penetra tu barrio.
Racing you [E] but no las quiero rock.
Back slanted.
That's again, esto pa' la [A] gente.
Like chanclazos, deep like fregadazos.
Still got the coke and [E] rum and flex the vassals.
Then I hit you from a different angle.
Lake, sweet, cheap shot, bird shit, straight cop.
Soy el [Am] plan, pistolero, guerrero, don't be afraid of that.
A matter of fact, I got like [E] 10,000 media.
In the crowd on a very good night.
But keep it hype for a fashion of that.
To get the fetty like that.
Cronica en el aire, todos quieren [Am] baile.
Plus my [E] sick Latin style, estaile.
Where they come, I'ma feel the drum.
Don't know the word, but you can [F] hum.
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [F] Oye, [Am] muñeca, ya mueve las caderas.
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas.
[E] To the beat, kick hard, como escopeta.
Bumpers on the crowd for the who, she looking fresca.
All you [Am] delincuentes, venga para enfrente.
Date para atrás y tu eres muy [E] decente.
I'm Chueco, bitch, contact the yerba.
Lo que será, será cuando el [Am] sunbath.
Get your eyes burned, head turned.
Pupils [D] tight, back stiff, and your neck hurt.
[E] And then you exert.
Check the vibe, who got more freaky than I?
I survive, time to hudad, time to [Am] shoot high.
So I'm way my smooth, creepy crawl.
They got another bass, let it thaw.
[E] And lay strong, won't take fall.
This here is when the take off.
Quick take a flick and a click here to [A] face y'all.
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