Hold-up - Hetman

Description : INSTRUMENTAL MADE BY BIERRE! another awesome song of him!
Vocs by me.
Please give me response, if something doesn´t fit or is too loud/low!
*UPDATE*
compressed the vocs a little bit, so the riffs can explode more hearable ;-)

Lyrics:
Hands up
face down!
full load
shotgun!

don´t you throw your life away!
just gimme the money and have a nice day

don´t you see this messed up world
people suffer and get hurt
hungry children everywhere
there must happen some changing here

everything that I can do
is fighting against the law and you
with my shotgun i´ll be there
chaos spreading everywhere

now I´m here in your own house
there is only my gun and us
you, the richest guys on earth
me, the most pissed off armed jerk

now that you see your death is near
your pocket´s wide open that is clear
just think of your wives at home
they are the reason why you´re still alive
hey, throw that gun away, don´t be as cold as everyday
This you last chance!

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john duque
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I am looking for artists to collaborate with who would like to work with me.
Let me know if you are intrested in the comments or on my Ig @prod.dipper (Link in my bio)

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Listen and enjoy.
:)

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