Текст (слова) песни: Royce Da 5`9" f Cutty Mack, Juan - No Talent Rappers

[Intro: Juan]
Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix?
Yeah, it`s your man Juan!
Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia
It`s your man Juan, "The Real Me"
Go get that, in stores everywhere
This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino?
{"No, talent, rappers!" <- KRS-One, repeat 4X}
Whattup Bo? Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen
Yeah, alright.. yeah

[Verse One: Juan]
I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin
That`s when he gave me a brick, told me wrap some`n
Crack some`n, act some`n, pack some`n, stack some`n
Gat some`n, back stuntin, don`t make me clap some`n
I tell niggaz once, then I`m back bustin
Gats dumpin, that`s nothin, pass me the bag young`n
I beat niggaz bloody - weak niggaz swear they thugs
`til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty
We never rock bottom, I`m on the block whylin
Flock niggaz stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin
On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it
Spittin like that, I`m in the kitchen writin raps
with the cheddar sittin, by the glocks and the grams
and the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision
where pots and the pans, rockin a slab
Niggaz swear they the shit `til they rottin in a bag

[Chorus: Royce]
{"No, talent, rappers!" - repeat 8X}
You hearin the beat nigga
Real niggaz here witchu Juan
Cutty, Mack, me, Five, Nine
Nigga streets is mines...
Ride out! C`mon, c`mon
Yeah, the M.I.C.! Yeah, regardless
Yeah, yeah, street BOYS!

[Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9"]
Yeah, I`m in the drop with the top up with cash
Mashin the pot with the glock in the stash
You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo` ass
Dropped in a box in the trash
Chopped into pieces, stabbed with the top of you leakin
Feet from the opposite half of you reekin
Cops with they badges, keep `em
I stock `em for cheap (yeah) charges get dropped
quick as I could get knocked then I`m back on the streets
The untraceable track, mop and the bleach (yeah)
It`s a check if he gets on it, spits on it
Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it
For that paper with the dead presidents on `em
Best flow nigga put yo` neck and your wrist on it
A soldier be rollin for dolo, for dollars
Yo` flow to mines is, like a Rover to and Impala

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Cutty Mack]
In a spot in a lab - and killin niggaz
is somethin that`s probably tagged on a block with the mag
While the track spittin mad, killin whole staffs
Whip opponents, I`m choppin the whole car in half
I`m a gangsta nigga, if I can`t care nigga
Shank a nigga, make a nigga shakin `til he skatin in a
ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off
Let my little young`ns take the tires off
Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped)
Cocaine, get rock, operation skip watch
I spit it street cause it`s in me
I know "Death is Certain" so I merk a nigga `fore he merk me
Niggaz act silly, `til you catch `em sizzling
Put the semi-slugs in `em `til he shit and pissin Remy
I`m a nut punk, bust pump, snatch trunks
Mashed up, smack chumps, look at `em like "AND WHAT!"

[Chorus]

{"No, talent, rappers!" - repeat 4X}

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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: Royce Da 5`9" f Cutty Mack, Juan - No Talent Rappers [Intro: Juan] Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix? Yeah, it`s your man Juan! Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia It`s your man Juan, "The Real Me" Go get that, in stores everywhere This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino? {"No, talent, rappers!" <- KRS-One, repeat 4X} Whattup Bo? Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen Yeah, alright.. yeah [Verse One: Juan] I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin That`s when he gave me a brick, told me wrap some`n Crack some`n, act some`n, pack some`n, stack some`n Gat some`n, back stuntin, don`t make me clap some`n I tell niggaz once, then I`m back bustin Gats dumpin, that`s nothin, pass me the bag young`n I beat niggaz bloody - weak niggaz swear they thugs `til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty We never rock bottom, I`m on the block whylin Flock niggaz stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it Spittin like that, I`m in the kitchen writin raps with the cheddar sittin, by the glocks and the grams and the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision where pots and the pans, rockin a slab Niggaz swear they the shit `til they rottin in a bag [Chorus: Royce] {"No, talent, rappers!" - repeat 8X} You hearin the beat nigga Real niggaz here witchu Juan Cutty, Mack, me, Five, Nine Nigga streets is mines... Ride out! C`mon, c`mon Yeah, the M.I.C.! Yeah, regardless Yeah, yeah, street BOYS! [Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9"] Yeah, I`m in the drop with the top up with cash Mashin the pot with the glock in the stash You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo` ass Dropped in a box in the trash Chopped into pieces, stabbed with the top of you leakin Feet from the opposite half of you reekin Cops with they badges, keep `em I stock `em for cheap (yeah) charges get dropped quick as I could get knocked then I`m back on the streets The untraceable track, mop and the bleach (yeah) It`s a check if he gets on it, spits on it Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it For that paper with the dead presidents on `em Best flow nigga put yo` neck and your wrist on it A soldier be rollin for dolo, for dollars Yo` flow to mines is, like a Rover to and Impala [Chorus] [Verse Three: Cutty Mack] In a spot in a lab - and killin niggaz is somethin that`s probably tagged on a block with the mag While the track spittin mad, killin whole staffs Whip opponents, I`m choppin the whole car in half I`m a gangsta nigga, if I can`t care nigga Shank a nigga, make a nigga shakin `til he skatin in a ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off Let my little young`ns take the tires off Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped) Cocaine, get rock, operation skip watch I spit it street cause it`s in me I know "Death is Certain" so I merk a nigga `fore he merk me Niggaz act silly, `til you catch `em sizzling Put the semi-slugs in `em `til he shit and pissin Remy I`m a nut punk, bust pump, snatch trunks Mashed up, smack chumps, look at `em like "AND WHAT!" [Chorus] {"No, talent, rappers!" - repeat 4X} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни No Talent Rappers: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/10018.html Все тексты песен: Royce Da 5`9" f Cutty Mack, Juan » Royce Da 5`9" f Cutty Mack, Juan - No Talent Rappers Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Жуков - Речитатив для флейты » Геннадий Жуков - Ладонь » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Ненавижу красный цвет » Голубые гитары - О чем плачут гитары » Георгий Дубенецкий - А нам с тобой твердят опять... » Григорий Дикштейн - Наши встречи нелюдимы... » Григорий Дикштейн - Булату Окуджаве » Геннадий Чугуев - Магадан » Гайк Мкртчян - Долго спорили, про все забыв... » Гайк Мкртчян - Не архитектор я, не строитель... » Гости из Будущего - Не любовь » Георгий Дубенецкий - Осень 1920 года » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я выдуман напрочь » Гражданская Оборона - Без меня » Геннадий Чугуев - Стук. Колесный шум нас провожает... » Григорий Дикштейн - Осень 93 » Геннадий Жуков - Пометки на полях » Григорий Дикштейн - (Из цикла Конармия) » Георгий Дубенецкий - Цыганочка » Георгий Дубенецкий - Осень
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