Текст (слова) песни: A - Hard Times

[Chorus]

The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now youre still cuz incarceration is for real

Yeah son you know its on
Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fist
I show no mercy if you irk me
I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me
Or put the squeeze on it, break down the cipher
But it wont work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at
Now test that
I snatch your heart right through your chest black
Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night
I gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain
>From the clappin, we can make it happen
Remember you aint a killer, you only rappin
I hate it, rappers overexaggeratin
And never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
And wave your hands in the air and put the nines down

[Chorus: 2X]

Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc
On every block someones flippin like an acrobat
Im kinda young but I still gotta hold my own
And Ima maintain whats mine till the day I’m grown
I keep my crew up, people say I got a gang
But I dont smoke I dont shoot and my crew dont slang
We just hang tryin to get up in this rap game
So I can gain so fame and build my crews name
Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways
Who woulda thought that I had some AIDS
Dream totes and aspirations
Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe thats why they free-basing
Wastin time doing nothing
Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something

[Chorus: 2X]

Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can see
In my reality the whole world is after me
Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked down
Me and lost and found comin out the underground
Takin no prisoners my listeners we keep it real
My thoughts are militant, when Im in the killin field
Click click, my minds automatic, so wheres the static
I got some joints up in my attic if you wanna grab it
I form a cipher where my peace brothers dont sleep
You try to creep I guarantee thats when you feel the heat
I come correct in this rap game
Rappers act insane
Meanwhile Im blowin the mic an back in the frame
They cant see me, they cant feel the real G
I represent, commercial rap will never kill me

[Chorus: 4X]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: A - Hard Times [Chorus] The struggle lives hard times, we do or die My whole crews fly hands high to the sky So maintain son elevate try to build But now youre still cuz incarceration is for real Yeah son you know its on Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fist I show no mercy if you irk me I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me Or put the squeeze on it, break down the cipher But it wont work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight Now is you insane is your brain intact We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at Now test that I snatch your heart right through your chest black Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night I gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain >From the clappin, we can make it happen Remember you aint a killer, you only rappin I hate it, rappers overexaggeratin And never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound And wave your hands in the air and put the nines down [Chorus: 2X] Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc On every block someones flippin like an acrobat Im kinda young but I still gotta hold my own And Ima maintain whats mine till the day I’m grown I keep my crew up, people say I got a gang But I dont smoke I dont shoot and my crew dont slang We just hang tryin to get up in this rap game So I can gain so fame and build my crews name Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways Who woulda thought that I had some AIDS Dream totes and aspirations Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe thats why they free-basing Wastin time doing nothing Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something [Chorus: 2X] Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can see In my reality the whole world is after me Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked down Me and lost and found comin out the underground Takin no prisoners my listeners we keep it real My thoughts are militant, when Im in the killin field Click click, my minds automatic, so wheres the static I got some joints up in my attic if you wanna grab it I form a cipher where my peace brothers dont sleep You try to creep I guarantee thats when you feel the heat I come correct in this rap game Rappers act insane Meanwhile Im blowin the mic an back in the frame They cant see me, they cant feel the real G I represent, commercial rap will never kill me [Chorus: 4X] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hard Times: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/14334.html Все тексты песен: A » A - Hard Times » A - Enter Hempstead » A - bad idea \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » A - Took It Away » A - Starbucks » A - Why Don`t You Cry About It? » A - Nothing » A - monkey kong \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » A - The Distance » A - Pacific Ocean Blue » A - Something`s Going On » A - Gotta Have It » A - nothing5 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » A - Going Down » A - Hi-Fi Serious » A - Hempstead High » A - Move On » A - The Latch-Key Child » A - Shut Yer Face » A - 6 O`clock Рекомендуем скачать: » Шура, Shura - Зимушка » Шамиль Абряров - Вот наконец зима... Ах, черт!.. » Шухрат Хусаинов - Аптекарь » Шапиро Александр - Принцесса » Шуфутинский Михаил - Свадьба » Шухрат Хусаинов - Шел по улице человек... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Унесут меня винты до Инты... » Шамиль Абряров - Прохожий » Школин Андрей - Над Воронежской тюрьмой » Шуфутинский Михаил - Червончики » Шао? Бао! - Самба Шао? Бао! » Шамиль Абряров - Я потерян в траве » Шамиль Абряров - Полдень » Шпильки - Сам ты Наташа » Шystein Sunde - Pub-til-Pub-skoa » Шура, Shura - Ма разные » Шура - Вечность » Шамиль Абряров - Пирог со свечами » Шухрат Хусаинов - Сбежать от дурочки-разлучницы... » Шелег Михаил - ПАМЯТНИК МИШКЕ ЯПОНЧИКУ
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