Текст (слова) песни: Kish - Crates to Concrete

from my beginnings as a studio rap tunes
kids cut class but I`d be rappin` in my high school bathrooms
clap boom with freestyle and mix while
thick tiles, reviberatin` sounds I kicks wild
whatever worked I rearanged it right
puttin` my brain in tight
flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glows
til sunrise, burnin` my eyes til I`m close
so I finished it right, yo
put up the mic, ah one two, check it check
and yo don`t step I keep my memory set
maintained and do I screwed up
to get ahead, but like my man said
it`s gonna turn from green to red
so bring the breaks for the lyrics
tapes so they can hear it
thinks they don`t fear it
wait til they can clear it
with tapes and the emcee at the mix shows
thinkin` in quick flows, I`m waitin` for my chance to flip pros
save the drama for your baby mama
I wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I`m back to bomb ya kid
you better come correct to streets
save the week, cause we`re brining it from crates to conctete

[Chorus]
we`re bringing it from crates to concrete
we`re bringing it from crates to concrete
we`re bringing it from crates to concrete
give me the breaks and beats for the streets
we`ll bring it back from the crates to concrete

I defended my skills on the down low
some clowns, so I ain`t about to be seen all around yo
I kick up beats like cleats, fill sheets
iller than freaks on backstage pass after me
cause emcees cats get blasted when I`m on it
and I`m swift flippin` all that jazz like Harry Connick
I`m cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Prince
you`re just a rapper, they can`t catch hints
here`s the flavor they favor, bringin` somethin` to save ya
they go about the album to play ya
forget the running your rep
you wanna mess your step
why? I`m burning up your house like Left Eye
now that your hip I`m a be sendin` a burrage of quickness
I`m plantin` the mic like camaflouge witness
arrival of the kid with the microphone fitness
representin` mad hit when I kick this
sicken` of you and your crew
hits your town with the funk
the four corners and bump to the sound
spinnin` the older, bringin` brand new beats
so here`s a peice of how we`re doin` it from crates to concrete

[Chorus]

so Supreme set it off from the get go
and I`m a let go, lyrics is gettin` pep on a chump
like a step show
for ready and all
I wouldn`t sweat `em, because I flip `em like a Mary Louette
so just forget `em
and I`ll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shots
that`s hittin` the record spots
and it`s fuckin` real enough to clear
then it`s the four by four
fuck, the punp for the year
the better, the metter, the better
forget about all it
because I paid my six so you can just go dis
be a fake ditch`ll get you raped with theft
now they`re beggin bootleggers for records I got left
so I`m a give up somethin` of props to every track with a needle
keepin` up with the beats and the people
to leave you sayin` where have the days went
to swearin` it`s lost to wanna be starin` at pavement
so check it
I let it show for the dopes and the clones
so let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin`
you just remember who was playin` for the keeps
cause you sleep, I`m bringin` it back from the crates to concrete

[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: Kish - Crates to Concrete from my beginnings as a studio rap tunes kids cut class but I`d be rappin` in my high school bathrooms clap boom with freestyle and mix while thick tiles, reviberatin` sounds I kicks wild whatever worked I rearanged it right puttin` my brain in tight flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glows til sunrise, burnin` my eyes til I`m close so I finished it right, yo put up the mic, ah one two, check it check and yo don`t step I keep my memory set maintained and do I screwed up to get ahead, but like my man said it`s gonna turn from green to red so bring the breaks for the lyrics tapes so they can hear it thinks they don`t fear it wait til they can clear it with tapes and the emcee at the mix shows thinkin` in quick flows, I`m waitin` for my chance to flip pros save the drama for your baby mama I wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I`m back to bomb ya kid you better come correct to streets save the week, cause we`re brining it from crates to conctete [Chorus] we`re bringing it from crates to concrete we`re bringing it from crates to concrete we`re bringing it from crates to concrete give me the breaks and beats for the streets we`ll bring it back from the crates to concrete I defended my skills on the down low some clowns, so I ain`t about to be seen all around yo I kick up beats like cleats, fill sheets iller than freaks on backstage pass after me cause emcees cats get blasted when I`m on it and I`m swift flippin` all that jazz like Harry Connick I`m cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Prince you`re just a rapper, they can`t catch hints here`s the flavor they favor, bringin` somethin` to save ya they go about the album to play ya forget the running your rep you wanna mess your step why? I`m burning up your house like Left Eye now that your hip I`m a be sendin` a burrage of quickness I`m plantin` the mic like camaflouge witness arrival of the kid with the microphone fitness representin` mad hit when I kick this sicken` of you and your crew hits your town with the funk the four corners and bump to the sound spinnin` the older, bringin` brand new beats so here`s a peice of how we`re doin` it from crates to concrete [Chorus] so Supreme set it off from the get go and I`m a let go, lyrics is gettin` pep on a chump like a step show for ready and all I wouldn`t sweat `em, because I flip `em like a Mary Louette so just forget `em and I`ll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shots that`s hittin` the record spots and it`s fuckin` real enough to clear then it`s the four by four fuck, the punp for the year the better, the metter, the better forget about all it because I paid my six so you can just go dis be a fake ditch`ll get you raped with theft now they`re beggin bootleggers for records I got left so I`m a give up somethin` of props to every track with a needle keepin` up with the beats and the people to leave you sayin` where have the days went to swearin` it`s lost to wanna be starin` at pavement so check it I let it show for the dopes and the clones so let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin` you just remember who was playin` for the keeps cause you sleep, I`m bringin` it back from the crates to concrete [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crates to Concrete: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/6407.html Все тексты песен: Kish » Kish - I Rhymed the World in 80 Days » Kish - Straight To Yer Grill » Kish - Crates to Concrete Рекомендуем скачать: » Однажды - Гром » Олег Митяев - Посвящение Б. Окуджаве » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Пожиратель огня » Ольга Залесская - Бабушкина примета » Ольга Залесская - Вот так! » Ольга Афраймович - Песенка Герды (песня) » Ольга Чикина - Том Уэйтс » О.Орлова - Стой » Ольга Левковская - Капельки бисера, в небе повисшие... » Олег Митяев - Колыбельная » Олег Газманов - Дело вкуса » Олег Щетников - Заплаты » О.Газманов - Бродяга » Олег Коваленко - Инструкция » Олег Газманов - Моя девчонка » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Папоротник » Олег Митяев - Август » Ольга Левковская - Межсезонье » Олег Щетников - Гладиатор » Ольга Афраймович - Не сказал (песня)
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