Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Death Dance

Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks
That`s real
Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never had a life, never had a wife
I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night
See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)
This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks
Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back
It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what
So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic
Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight
It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool)
Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands
`til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks
We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots
It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs
Plus I, I handle this like I handle that
I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact
You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs
How many times must I have to spit, patna?
And how many nines must I have to grip?
Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick
And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma
I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober

[Chorus] x2
Do the death dance, (C`mon)
Do the death dance, C`mon
I don`t wanna see your hands
Do the death dance

[Verse 2]
See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil
Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil
I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too
You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool
I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route
Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?
I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna
I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana
Crooked like every daytona, get that
Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out
Put one in, take one out
I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)
I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news
It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too
He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy
And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty
Aight, everybody get ready

[Chorus] x2

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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: Brotha Lynch Hung - Death Dance Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks That`s real Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had a life, never had a wife I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn) This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands `til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs Plus I, I handle this like I handle that I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs How many times must I have to spit, patna? And how many nines must I have to grip? Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober [Chorus] x2 Do the death dance, (C`mon) Do the death dance, C`mon I don`t wanna see your hands Do the death dance [Verse 2] See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about? I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana Crooked like every daytona, get that Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out Put one in, take one out I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh) I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty Aight, everybody get ready [Chorus] x2 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Death Dance: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19513.html Все тексты песен: Brotha Lynch Hung » Brotha Lynch Hung - Refuce 2 Looze » Brotha Lynch Hung - Trouble » Brotha Lynch Hung - Datz Real Gangsta / Gangsta Shit » Brotha Lynch Hung - X-Caliba » Brotha Lynch Hung - Devils and Gunsmoke » Brotha Lynch Hung - Lose a Hoe, Gain a Hoe » Brotha Lynch Hung - EBK4 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Loaded » Brotha Lynch Hung - I Went From » Brotha Lynch Hung - Legal Dope Compilation » Brotha Lynch Hung - My Love » Brotha Lynch Hung - Nigga Deep (The First Recordings) » Brotha Lynch Hung - Heatas » Brotha Lynch Hung - Return Of Da Baby Killa » Brotha Lynch Hung - Tremendous » Brotha Lynch Hung - Refuce 2 Looze » Brotha Lynch Hung - Rest In Piss » Brotha Lynch Hung - The Corpse Came to Dinner » Brotha Lynch Hung - Went This Way » Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation on Dirty Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Рубанский - Напутствие » Ольга Левковская - Я с Вами пью на брудершафт... » Однажды - Падаю я » Ольга Арефьева - Про фольгу » Олег Кабалик - Первый дождь неоттаявшим мартовским днём... » Олег Газманов - Генералиссимус Суворов » Олег Задорожный - Воспоминание о Прибалтике » Ольга Афраймович - Аршанская песня (песня) » Олег Коваленко - Инструкция » Ольга Аникина - Блюз лунного зверя » Олег Митяев - Двадцать второе июня » Олег Митяев - Провинциальная история » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Пентатоника » Ольга Арефьева - Смерти нет » Ольга Афраймович - Сад (песня) » Ольга Тишина - Ангел » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Стремя и люди » Олег Щетников - Кабак. Посвящение К. Баканову. » Оскар - Пятый угол » Ольга Афраймович - Георгий (песня)
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