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
|
Меню
» Главная» Музыка » Правила » В избранное |
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world`s famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo yo Its kill or be killed My skillz leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can`t touch Won`t touch Never touch Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust Puffin dust like fiends I mean I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book Take a good fucking look at these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don`t expect to die On some humble shit I am on some rumble shit When it`s on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can`t escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid Chorus: Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob Verse Two: G-Dep Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearing impaired If you`re hearin this fear Than your hearing it cleared Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job Don`t question it to stars, I`ma put`em in saw Straight gate I suggest you vacate When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk Off the liquor Shot towards you mister Off course it hit you hard It gets hard, I pick the card Any card any problem I`ma hit your squad Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god You think you got it all together Get it ripped apart Man you can`t stand the heat Stay up outta the street Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad Don`t make me blad So I want it all, fuck had Don`t make me laugh By all means Get this money its all green It`s all good And I wished that ya`ll would Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now that you see where lux at I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if u play to much I put the shit on pause Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob BR BR Bad Boy Nigga
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Life Story: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22314.html » Цветомузыка - Слишком громко играет музыка » Центр, Василий Шумов - Это самое » Цветы - Честно говоря » Цыганова Вика - Утро туманное » Цыганова Вика - Тетя Роза » Цыганова Вика - Эх, раз... » Цыганова Вика - Помянем » Цветомузыка - Три аккорда (Как Земфира) » Цветы - Мы желаем счастья вам » Цветы - Стучат колеса » Цыганова Вика - Гармонь » Центр, Василий Шумов - Невесомости хватит казхдому » Цыганова Вика - Мама-Россия » Цветы - Гимн Солнцу » Центр, Василий Шумов - Формула один » Цыганова Вика - Я ехала домой » Цыганова Вика - Балалайка-зараза » Цыганова Вика - Счастье и разлука » Цыганова Вика - Конь вороной » Центр, Василий Шумов - Сейшн-сенсейшн |
|
|
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»
| ||