Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids

ft. Raekwon the Chef

[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y`all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me

Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolli, Wally`s look stinky
With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
E`rybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I`m about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill
I`m the inventor, `86 rhymin at the center
Debut `93 LP told you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul`s Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
and tell lies too, I`m the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role holdin it

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, this rappin`s like Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, stack `em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn`t lookin, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York`s most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound

[Raekwon]
We split a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant`s Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock`s full, hustle invasion
Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color
Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleamin on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
pose at the stand-off, mad timid
hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo

[Chorus]

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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: Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids ft. Raekwon the Chef [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y`all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally`s look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E`rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I`m about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I`m the inventor, `86 rhymin at the center Debut `93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul`s Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I`m the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin`s like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack `em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn`t lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York`s most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant`s Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock`s full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Apollo Kids: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/7630.html Все тексты песен: Ghostface Killah » Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite » Ghostface Killah - Churchez LaGhost » Ghostface Killah - The Splash » Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite » Ghostface Killah - Fish » Ghostface Killah - Be This Way » Ghostface Killah - Walking Through The Darkness » Ghostface Killah - Motherless Child » Ghostface Killah - Malcolm » Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock » Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand » Ghostface Killah - Flowers » Ghostface Killah - The Forest » Ghostface Killah - Interlude » Ghostface Killah - Mighty Healthy » Ghostface Killah - Mighty Healthy » Ghostface Killah - Love Session » Ghostface Killah - Jealousy » Ghostface Killah - Buck 50 » Ghostface Killah - Gorilla Hood/Ghost Heard it Before 12" Рекомендуем скачать: » Lisa Stansfield - She`s Always There » Lil` Rob - Rolas in Progress » Les Thugs - Power Race » Ll Cool J - Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem) » Linda Ronstadt - Devoted to You (instrumental) » Ludacris - She Said » LFO - All I Need to Know » Led Zeppelin - good times bad times2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Led Zeppelin - In The Evening » Lisa Stansfield - Symptoms Of Loneliness And Heartache » Linda Davis - Shoot For The Moon » Lennon John - nobody told me \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Lil` Jon and The Eastside Boyz - Throw it Up » Lars Winnerbдck - Aldrig Riktigt Slut » Little Richard - rip it up \| guitar chord Рё Mp3 » lovin spoonful - do you believe in magic \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Lighthouse Family - When I Was Younger » Ll Cool J - Fa Ha » Lenny Kravitz - Lonely Rainbows » Luny Tunes feat. Baby Ranks - Mayor Que Yo
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