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 - It`s Over » Ghostface Killah - Poisonous Darts » Ghostface Killah - Wildflower » Ghostface Killah - Never Be the Same Again » Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden » Ghostface Killah - Love Session » Ghostface Killah - Last Night » Ghostface Killah - Camay » Ghostface Killah - Fast Life » Ghostface Killah - The Sun » Ghostface Killah - We Made It » Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock » Ghostface Killah - Jealousy » Ghostface Killah - Box In Hand (Remix) » Ghostface Killah - Black Jesus » Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele » Ghostface Killah - Fish » Ghostface Killah - 260 » Ghostface Killah - Maxine » Ghostface Killah - My Guitar Рекомендуем скачать: » Розенбаум Александр - РАЗМЫШЛЕНИЕ НА ПРОГУЛКЕ » Руки Вверх Акула - Только для тебя » Руки Вверх - Молодой, красивый » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Письмо Биллу Клинтону » Руки Вверх! - Так вот какая ты » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РљСЂР°Р№ РўС‹ РњРѕР№ Р›СЋР±РёРјС‹Р№ » Раиса Абельская - Университетский вальс » Раиса Абельская - Город снов » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РЇ РўРµР±СЏ РџРѕРјРЅСЋ » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Предпоследняя политика » Ришат Гилязов - Романс № 2 » Рада и Терновник - Город Лефти » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РС‚Рѕ Р‘С‹Р»Р° Р›СЋР±РѕРІСЊ » Руки Вверх - На десять лет назад » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Вдули » Руслан Курик (Фабрика звезд-3) - Горел » Раиса Нурмухаметова - О, знать бы, в какой автобус ты сядешь завтра, завтра, завтра... » Руслан Шмаков - Моя гора » Рок-острова - Ну а я люблю... » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РњР°Р»С‹С?
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