Текст (слова) песни: Black Moon - Son Get Wrec

(Verse)
This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert
Yo Reals grab the nine cause it`s time to go to work
Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit `me, then I just split `em
Besta believe that`s the way you should`ve did him
Backing niggaz down with the heat, feel the flame
Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain
I don`t give a fuck, I never did, I never will
A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill
Which to the point I will extend the trey pound
Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound
Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew
Chilling in the east as I sip on a brew
Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master
An individual who blows up because I have to
Bust mad shots, it`s time for me to misbehave
Whoever doesn`t like it we can take it to the grave

(Chorus 4x)
SON GET WREC
SON GET WREC
SON GET WREC
It`s time for you to represent

(Verse)
I`m a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight
They tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate
They didn`t think I had enough heart to set off the spark
I`m a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark
My eyes are bloodshot red
All the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom
And not your rule in every state, the war as begun
I`m about just blow, so pass the hand grenade
It`s time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though
Plus they will, three slugs through your grill
The pain you will feel, rippin`, wrecking, causing mad drama
You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

(Chorus 4x)
SON GET WRECK
SON GET WRECK
SON GET WRECK
It`s time for you to represent

(Verse)
Spread your wind and prepare to meet your maker
Fucking with the five, I`m like the average night taker
Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn
Where niggaz lose they life and they get their shit tooken
Guilters run it all, don`t even try to riff
Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th
Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table
Went home, got the urge to watch a little cable
Just lay your back, and think about the things that I do
Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew
Well my man Due, told me to met him at the spot
Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot
Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit
Put her in the dorm, now she three months pregnant
Damn it`s so real in the heart of buck town
He`d better think before he dare to fuck around

(Chorus 4x)
SON GET WRECK
SON GET WRECK
SON GET WRECK
It`s time for you to represent

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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: Black Moon - Son Get Wrec (Verse) This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert Yo Reals grab the nine cause it`s time to go to work Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit `me, then I just split `em Besta believe that`s the way you should`ve did him Backing niggaz down with the heat, feel the flame Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain I don`t give a fuck, I never did, I never will A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill Which to the point I will extend the trey pound Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew Chilling in the east as I sip on a brew Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master An individual who blows up because I have to Bust mad shots, it`s time for me to misbehave Whoever doesn`t like it we can take it to the grave (Chorus 4x) SON GET WREC SON GET WREC SON GET WREC It`s time for you to represent (Verse) I`m a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight They tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate They didn`t think I had enough heart to set off the spark I`m a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark My eyes are bloodshot red All the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom And not your rule in every state, the war as begun I`m about just blow, so pass the hand grenade It`s time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though Plus they will, three slugs through your grill The pain you will feel, rippin`, wrecking, causing mad drama You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma (Chorus 4x) SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK It`s time for you to represent (Verse) Spread your wind and prepare to meet your maker Fucking with the five, I`m like the average night taker Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn Where niggaz lose they life and they get their shit tooken Guilters run it all, don`t even try to riff Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table Went home, got the urge to watch a little cable Just lay your back, and think about the things that I do Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew Well my man Due, told me to met him at the spot Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit Put her in the dorm, now she three months pregnant Damn it`s so real in the heart of buck town He`d better think before he dare to fuck around (Chorus 4x) SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK SON GET WRECK It`s time for you to represent Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Son Get Wrec: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21647.html Все тексты песен: Black Moon » Black Moon - Thatz How it Iz » Black Moon - Weight Of The World » Black Moon - Slave » Black Moon - Son Get Wrec » Black Moon - Who Got Da Props? » Black Moon - 6 Feet Deep » Black Moon - Worldwind (Remix) » Black Moon - Duck Down Presents » Black Moon - Buckshot`s Freestyle Joint » Black Moon - Two Turntables and a Mic » Black Moon - Fuck it Up » Black Moon - Stay Real » Black Moon - 6 Feet Deep » Black Moon - Shit Iz Real » Black Moon - This is What it Sounds Like (Worldwind) » Black Moon - Shit Iz Real » Black Moon - Stoned Iz the Way » Black Moon - Two Turntables And A Mic » Black Moon - I Got Cha Opin (Remix) » Black Moon - Onslaught Рекомендуем скачать: » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Всё в огонь /песня царевны/ » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хор и Оркестр ГАБТ СССР - Марш энтузиастов (Авиамарш) » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беспризорник » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Воскресение » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - 999 » Хвостенко Алексей - Стриптиз во вкусе ООН » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хромов Юра - ОСЕНЬ » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хромов Юра - БЕЛЫМ ОФИЦЕРАМ ПОСВЯЩАЕТСЯ » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хромов Юра - ПОЙ, САКСОФОН ! » Хромов Юра - Я ПРИДУ » Хромов Юра - СИНИЙ ВЕЧЕР » Хабарова Кира - Я не такая » Хабарова Кира - Трамвайчик » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Про лето
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