Текст (слова) песни: Nine - Fo eva Blunted

Theres death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.

Im forever blunted so I dont care.

Word to my nappy black hair, its the year of the leader,

A followers a dummy, hell die alone with no fuckin money;

All alone in his crib lookin out the window, while the wind blow,

Playin nintendo.

Jackin off, shit like thats not happenin,

Hands are clappin, toes are tappin, niggas is rappin!

(who the fuck are you? ) yo, Im the nine. forever blunted, always hunted,

In my prime.

My skills have grown like a fungus to make gs in the hundreds,

As the tongue gets wicked, I kick it.

On the ave, with my niggas, passin c-notes,

Guzzlin 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin up mags, 5-0 patrols,

Im still blunted, still hunted, still dont know what the fuck he wanted.

Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight,

I aint in the mood tonight.

Forever stressin, make a nigga want to pull his smith-n-wesson...

(redrum!) no question.

That shit be makin your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,

We aint tin men, niggas got heart!

Like my nigga noble and my nigga troy,

Strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls.

When shit hits the fan, there I stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand,

Whats the plan?

We bum rushin all snakes and devils no matter their color,

Were the next generation of rebels.

Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, youll wind up toothless,

The wanted, forever blunted...

[banging on door, phone ringing]

(damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? niggas is bangin on the door, fuckin

Game is on, fuckin kid is cryin. Im stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt

Now!)

Check the flav, dont misbehave.

On my block, youll get shot when you see the infrared dot,

And hear the glock pop, youll drop like rain in mad pain,

When a nigga got nothin to lose, a nigga goes insane.

Mad heads on the ave scramblin, some gamblin,

As I see it, shit beats panhandlin:

A quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you thats why we murder,

Ya either fight for your right or youre fucked like bertha.

Its silly, here comes the sequel:

You can get drunk as a skunk, but weeds illegal.

Im forever blunted anyway, I dont give a fuck what uncle sam say,

Okay, lets parlay.

Ease on down the project block and make some noise,

Wake up the neighborhood pumpin beats, its all good.

Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again,

You know the monkey wrench.

Fuckin up a niggas fun is always illin,

Step the fuck off, flat foot, we chillin.

You dont live here anyway, take your ass back to scarsdale,

Before I hit you with this garbage pail.

Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now its off my chest.

Until tomorrow, itll happen again, Ill still be hunted, Ill still be wanted,

So Im fo eva blunted...

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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: Nine - Fo eva Blunted Theres death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red. Im forever blunted so I dont care. Word to my nappy black hair, its the year of the leader, A followers a dummy, hell die alone with no fuckin money; All alone in his crib lookin out the window, while the wind blow, Playin nintendo. Jackin off, shit like thats not happenin, Hands are clappin, toes are tappin, niggas is rappin! (who the fuck are you? ) yo, Im the nine. forever blunted, always hunted, In my prime. My skills have grown like a fungus to make gs in the hundreds, As the tongue gets wicked, I kick it. On the ave, with my niggas, passin c-notes, Guzzlin 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin up mags, 5-0 patrols, Im still blunted, still hunted, still dont know what the fuck he wanted. Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight, I aint in the mood tonight. Forever stressin, make a nigga want to pull his smith-n-wesson... (redrum!) no question. That shit be makin your screws loose and like an old shopping cart, We aint tin men, niggas got heart! Like my nigga noble and my nigga troy, Strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls. When shit hits the fan, there I stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand, Whats the plan? We bum rushin all snakes and devils no matter their color, Were the next generation of rebels. Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, youll wind up toothless, The wanted, forever blunted... [banging on door, phone ringing] (damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? niggas is bangin on the door, fuckin Game is on, fuckin kid is cryin. Im stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt Now!) Check the flav, dont misbehave. On my block, youll get shot when you see the infrared dot, And hear the glock pop, youll drop like rain in mad pain, When a nigga got nothin to lose, a nigga goes insane. Mad heads on the ave scramblin, some gamblin, As I see it, shit beats panhandlin: A quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you thats why we murder, Ya either fight for your right or youre fucked like bertha. Its silly, here comes the sequel: You can get drunk as a skunk, but weeds illegal. Im forever blunted anyway, I dont give a fuck what uncle sam say, Okay, lets parlay. Ease on down the project block and make some noise, Wake up the neighborhood pumpin beats, its all good. Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again, You know the monkey wrench. Fuckin up a niggas fun is always illin, Step the fuck off, flat foot, we chillin. You dont live here anyway, take your ass back to scarsdale, Before I hit you with this garbage pail. Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now its off my chest. Until tomorrow, itll happen again, Ill still be hunted, Ill still be wanted, So Im fo eva blunted... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fo eva Blunted: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/8110.html Все тексты песен: Nine » Nine - Ova Confident (Remix) » Nine - Lyin King » Nine - Tha Cypha » Nine - 4 Chicken Wings and Rice » Nine - Jon Doe » Nine - Ova Confident » Nine - Who U Won Test » Nine - Redrum » Nine - Richman Poorman » Nine - Hit Em Like Dis » Nine - We Play 4 Keeps » Nine - Ahh Shit » Nine - Famaldahyde » Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted » Nine - No Part a Me » Nine - Uncivilized » Nine - Everybody Won Heaven (Redrum Remix) » Nine - Fo eva Blunted » Nine - Any Emcee » Nine - Everybody Won Heaven Рекомендуем скачать: » Яков Коган - Другу » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Игорю Качуре » Яков Коган - До свидания, девочка из детства... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Янка Дягилева - Продано » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Гальперштейн - Аэропорт Кырен » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Абитуриент-93 (монологи вслух и про себя) » Яна - Хорошо » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна - Не надо » Яков Коган - Менестрель » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Рыбак » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Подходит трамвай. А ну, не зевай!.. » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Коган - Джон Ячменное зерно
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